Saturday, March 18, 2006
I dreamed about nuclear war last night; I should have written sooner when the memory was fresh. I was walking through a virtual reality representing the after-effects of a nuclear detonation. The odd part was that the people appeared to be made out of papier mache or origami; radioactive ash lodged in the crevasses and folds of their white "skin" as they sullenly evacuated their homes, anonymous and seemingly mummified.
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"Madness" doesn't touch it.
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