all that we can trust is our senses. what we see and feel and taste, our memory.
if we cannot trust these, what can we trust?
People are fallible, gods are forgotten. new ones rise to fill the void.
we are left with our uncertainties, and our senses, trying to make sense in a place where no sense is to be found.
Forget what you know, forget what youve heard
People lie, senses can be fooled, and in the end you'll be forgotten too
welcome to america, leave your conscience at the door.
in a place of instant gratification, is there any room for a past?
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