Diogenes used to perambulate in the daylight with a lit lamp looking for an honest man.
To be honest, no one's entirely honest.
And perhaps that's fuel for thought.
Honestly.
I burn my wick so I can see.
Leatherface Reflects
1 day ago
"The world... ravaged... the sun beat down on the carbon stricken rock. Civilisation... a distant memory. Human-robot sex... the norm. Each day, every day, survival and ... how? this-thus."
A not too distant, distant too hot near-future.
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