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reincarceration November 30 2010, 06:10:14 UTC

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reincarceration November 30 2010, 06:14:44 UTC
[ You can sit in any of the chairs. If you sit in the first group of chairs there is a feeling of belonging, of possessiveness. You cannot move any of these chairs, they are welded to the ground. In the seat cushions of the largest chair are several pressed flowers -- all violets.

The floor under the ground of seven shakes when you walk near them. Each chair is slightly different from the rest, but oddly the chair you feel most comfortable near is the black iron chair. ]

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reincarceration November 30 2010, 06:15:09 UTC

reincarceration November 30 2010, 06:16:48 UTC

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reincarceration November 30 2010, 06:18:38 UTC
[ There's something terrifying about the sky, even though it is only partly cloudy and pure blue. The clouds are innocuous, white, fluffy. However, the longer you stare at the clouds, the more hysterical the dread feels in your throat. ]

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reincarceration November 30 2010, 06:21:27 UTC

reincarceration November 30 2010, 06:20:29 UTC
[ You can't bear the vastness. You shut your eyes.

A warm liquid begins to fall onto you. You open your eyes, the clouds are descending around you, enveloping the area in mist. You try to inhale and only come up with lungfuls of warm dampness.

And then you slowly suffocate to death. ]

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reincarceration November 30 2010, 06:21:20 UTC
[ You inhale, and then force yourself to laugh, or to smile, or to step forward towards the sky.

All around you the scenery melts, the trees and buildings invert, sad begins to float up. But your feet stay firmly on the ground. ]

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reincarceration November 30 2010, 06:25:23 UTC
[ And then, two doors appear. ]

>> Take the red door
>> Take the green door

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reincarceration November 30 2010, 06:24:14 UTC

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reincarceration November 30 2010, 06:28:10 UTC

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