To behold is to suffer, and experience is informative of it. Peace is the lone resident of the void, your eyes the gateway away, a gateway to within . It's a stench, a corruption, the miscellany of a putrid world, that rots into itself. But when you look, you look, and you look, and when you look, you see the rot, and decay, it's rancid, and you look, you can't not look, you stare, and it rots, and it rots, and you rot with it.
- http://ennuismanifesto.home.blog/
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