
Suburbia is mostly boring and quiet and non-happening, which is why I like it. I was just hanging out on the lots, inspecting the new "Philosophy" pavilion under the weird and almost green full moon.

Somehow I never get bored of this.

But it was almost morning and I was falling asleep under the street lamp.

Then my friend An Halasy came by and I showed him around a bit.
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a question that will trouble us in the next years: what form will be in a world of fake constructions.
or even what it means to be fake and what real, in a world of formal uniformity ;)
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