Everyone seems to be busy. Hustling past the glare of the street lights to an unknown destination, always rushing, always busy. It never stops, it keeps on going day after day. Everyone hurrying, eyes on the ground and never on the deep blue sky above and for what? Our mind is fixed on one matter, not the matter of deep importance but the matter of being endlessly busy. Our hearts beat faster and our stress doubles at the thought of being busy yet here we are in this never ending loophole of anxiety. It doesn't help, it doesn't solve it just exists. Exists to be an ever nagging thought at the back of our minds that never goes away no matter how hard we try. It is always there, the thought of being busy
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ΤυχαίοThis is a production of @ravenfemme and belongs to them. Five stories of strange and sad positions. Honesty of the changing earth, the ignorance of others, what happens before we fall, the question of why, and the point of view of the one who's bee...
