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The Night Sky A chair grows from the floor now that the age of classical sculpture is over. The train starts but we are still here, partaking of those final moments of sleep before sleep resumes. It shows in the photograph a walled city or wooden ship the eyelids glued together the rows of passengers content with the absence of movement. Michael Palmer -- ╭─────────────────────────╮ "There is no fate that cannot be surmounted by scorn." -- Albert Camus ╰────────────◇ http://distract.org/ ◇╯ -- ※ 發信站: 批踢踢實業坊(ptt.cc) ◆ From: 218.166.78.15