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December 5, 2024

Bring me my rose-buds, drawer, come;
So while I thus sit crown’d,
I’ll drink the aged Cecubum,
Until the roof turn round.

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“We live in a world where there is more and more information, and less and less meaning.”

Jean Baudrillard | Simulacra and Simulation

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