take a deep breath before you plunge back in...
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you won't find anything here, just worn out tapestries with the masking tape peeling off the walls leaving sticky marks. why keep reading when this is an abandoned place already? just a ghost wanders around amusing himself.
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ready. the air is still seeping in.
skip around on the periphery of the castle walls, hearing the politics echo faintly and die down by the whistle of leaves from the woods. enjoy the fruits of management without being exposed to the underlying superficiality, the concoctions of trophies and medals and certificates and praise - without stepping too close to the reality of emptiness, the driving inventions that push ourselves on in a tower of glass that is shattering everywhere (but we can't see the cracks as we walk up the spiral staircase). all in all, enjoying the small creations they create for legitimacy (which are indeed necessary to sustain the organization) and appreciating the thought that goes into this complex management. they are amazing and I can learn from them.
a faint member, something between an outcast and a homely chef tossing suggestions under the cooking wall partition. a pleasure to be in the mid state.
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proceed.
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