TERRIBLY SANE
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THE DIARY OF PETRICHOR
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The Myth of an Age of Civilizartion - Saturday, Jul. 25, 2009
There is no civil in civilization - Monday, Mar. 02, 2009
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Suffocating - Wednesday, Aug. 20, 2008
Emerging Unrest - Sunday, Aug. 10, 2008
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IF ANYONE STILL READS THESE OBSCURE, QUIET THOUGHTS, MY GUESTBOOK HAS FINALLY BEEN FIXED.
Sometimes, on days like this, my heart is filled with this madness of the sadness of this world, this society, on the large-scale, on the small-scale.
We like to paint Nature as some red-clawed monster, but Nature is no monster.
Monsters were born on the "dawn" of civilization. There are no entity more cruel, heartless, indifferent, conniving, and violent as this thing we call civilization.
My heart is heavy with tenderness while modern society is heavy with apathy.
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