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there is no moral orders as pure as this storm. there's no moral order at all. there's just this: can my violence conquer yours?

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Today, I propose you to travel into me.
Then, I wish you to travel alone.
And, at the end… tell me your story.

[The ‘game’ is quite simple… i'm just catching (mine-your) imagination.
I’ll catch an image and then I'll translate you, in words, what it makes me feel (or just the other way).
But I wonder what you’ll be thinking of, when you see them?
What you're feeling… because, after all, it is only my point of view, just words of mine.
I wonder where you’ll be traveling with them and it would be perfect if you could bring something back into me.
I wonder if you-we can?]

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