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September 9, 2015
Her filter of the world looks like this: Hundreds of little shy suns shifting places on her window. Here it's always raining and it's always night, lampposts are constantly on. The government dedicates a sizable budget to finance countless bulbs. They have no memory of the sun except this: It made people look real. Here, somebody can hide in the dark all he wants and nobody will ask him to show himself. They have gotten used to lying and pretending it's the truth even if they know it isn't. Here, they are always driving and moving, always escaping to nowhere.