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ELABORATION IS A FORM OF POLLUTION
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Houg's Jenny Holzer truism generator
DEAD LINK, THIS IS TO BE REPLACED SOON. I'M JUST TOO ATTACHED TO IT TO DO THAT RIGHT NOW

the doors here change. sometimes
places repeat, by nature of random
variation, but that doesn't mean
you've exhausted the possibilities.
I hope something here makes you
more interested in this world.
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Mudlark Theory by ryan taylor
Utopia will be a long time coming, as we all know, for the construction of the ultimate utopia is a slow historical process that requires the collective effort of generation upon generation. But not everyone can live with that.
Boris Groys's Ilya Kabakov: The Man Who Flew into Space from His Apartment

You are currently standing in the entrance.
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You are seconds away from the main street in a small alley; the streets are like arteries. Cite new: "Alleys are the footnotes of the avenues," sang deceased David Berman
The Midnight Pub

If you find yourself clicking a link and ending up on a page that looks completely different, that's just how things are.
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Marginalia- independent DIY search engine and beyond

and with an irreverent glee for dismantling and re-imagining the Western canon

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When Kathy met Cathy comics

Even if there was not thought put into its creation, there was love, enough love to make up for the lack of thought.
Beneath the colorful sign reading: VASHTI'S ROOM, there's a small note, handwritten in a cursive scrawl, barely legible. It reads: It seems that you've reached my room. This is my room, made for myself, with only myself in mind, but that doesn't mean you are unwelcome here. There may be a door, but it is always open to you. If you knock, I will open it with a smile. If I am gone, you can let yourself in. You reach for the handle & after just barely turning it, the door swings open, almost as if it moved by itself.
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Click, dear. Reach for the handle.

Travel is good because recognition is bad.
Humans seem to like dogs, except when they
know that dogs live without humans.
They can't stand that. A dog
that humans know lives outside is a target.
For what, you're not sure, but you know
that dogs disappear.

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You are Laika.