The macro vs the micro. The private vs the public. How the lines blur between our imagination and lived experience. The search for utopia seems integral to the dreaming spirit. The hope that at some point it will all feel ok. That there will seemingly be a point to a daily routine that seems structurally meaningless in hollow. This is not to say that they're not good things. No, there are always good things. It just that good things sometimes don't erase larger feelings of a existence devoid of meaning in a macro level sense. Will we come to our senses and challenge the way we construct our world?
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