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The art of futility

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  Creation doesn’t save. Art stabilises. That’s why art continues after belief has died. Not because it promises something— But because consciousness cannot stop itself. The will to create isn’t heroic. It’s involuntary. A reflex. The art of futility A spoken monologue I don’t make art because it matters. I make it because consciousness produces excess. And excess demands release. That’s the first lie we’re taught—that art points toward truth. Truth doesn’t need us. It existed before our gestures and will remain after our silence. Art isn’t revelation. It’s a regulation. An overdeveloped mind can’t remain idle. Thought accumulates. Pressure builds. Expression becomes a discharge—not a message. This isn’t noble. It’s biological. Paintings. Texts. Sounds. Images. All variations of the same maneuver. Not transcendence . Containment . Once you see this, ambition collapses. Influence. Legacy . Relevance. These are metaphysical debts art can no longer pay. The work is finished the mome...
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Nothing short of astonishing

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Nothing short of astonishing

Amid the concrete jungle stands the most luxurious and opulent oasis - "The Greenbelt". It's like a sparkling jewel box that overflows onto the pavement, surrounded by gleaming buildings that reek of wealth. 

The restaurants here are nothing short of culinary temples, offering unique and exquisite tastes unmatched elsewhere. Their prices are enough to make an average credit card sweat. The waiters glide around like genies, their polished silverware outshining their impeccable attire.

As I sat sipping a mango cocktail, my eyes were fixed on the people passing by. I had the curiosity of an anthropologist exploring a diamond mine. The audacity of a Ferrari racing with a swarm of Jeepneys on the busy streets was nothing short of astonishing!

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Unveiling the City's Hidden Oasis: The Greenbelt (Luxury, Food, Culture)


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Escape the ordinary and discover The Greenbelt, a luxurious oasis nestled amidst the heart of the city. ✨ Indulge in world-class restaurants, dazzling nightlife, and a captivating blend of cultures. Witness the astonishing contrast of premium cars alongside iconic landmarks. ️ Experience the unexpected.

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