time, it is surfing
perpetual dimensions
swiftly, always new
About the Creator
Still, We Try
Some days, the weight of the world does not knock politely — it crashes through the door. There are too many loud voices drowning out reason. Too much cruelty disguised as power. Too many systems that bend toward injustice instead of fairness. It feels as though chaos has become routine and compassion, an exception.
By LUNA EDITHabout 8 hours ago in Poets
Think for Me
"How do you calculate the circumference of a circle? Submit your answer when ready." [Pause] "Excellent! Every student was able to call up the answer electronically very quickly. If I, as a robot had feelings, I would express pride. You may break for lunch. Return to this cyber room in 45 minutes."
By Julie Lacksonen5 days ago in Humans
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