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  Obsidian static, the puppet master. (Verse 1) The crevice opens like a silent, dusty lung Air thick with minerals and a thousand forgotten years I'm rappelling down the sheer black into a chasm's memory My boots crunch on shattered polymer No sound but the suit's respiration But the stillness is a stage The jagged walls, they lean in now (Refrain) The Paraknowing a cold spike of dread at the base of the skull It’s not a thought, it’s a wave Static buzz. Who's the puppet and who is the master? High-tensile wires disappear into the light The tightening the silent pull above the gully (Verse 2) The godly face, brittle stone work It emerges, eyes blank and unseeing But it broadcasts a sharp spike of loss and profound love My logic stutters, snagging on the input An effigy , a sentinel or just a mirror I turn and see the audience waiting Small, white figures, balanced stone totems They are all part of it (Verse 3) The strings pass through my wrist Not from me, but through...

Choices and Daily Rituals

 



Video: Choices and Daily Rituals

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I see them daily, following the same routine, saying the same things, and living the same day repeatedly. They take identical pictures and check their reflections on every surface. The world is vast, full of opportunities and choices, but they, like me, wear dark glasses as they go through life. I wish I could shake myself and realise the chances I'm missing, but I'm in a trance, convinced that this narrow path is all there is. Existence keeps moving on, and it pains me that I can't see past the capital waste. We could achieve so much if we didn't sit on the fence and merely comment on each other. But here I am, watching this play with the spectators, where the power to change the script is on the tip of our tongues, yet we decide not to say it.

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Dive into the profound narrative of life in repetition, where each day mirrors the last. This exploration goes beyond the surface, questioning the comfort of routine and the opportunities that whisper for attention. It's a call to recognise the vastness of life's stage and our power to change the script that shapes our existence.

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Routine, Monotony, Reflection, Opportunities, Choices, Trance, Change, Street Art, Urban Art, City Art







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