nessus's Diaryland Diary
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As I stand outside and listen to the the switchyard I can't help but imagine myself on the Cluster a lowly security guard, class 4, a mere cog in the machine, compartmentalized and unnoticed.
On nights like these I feel like I am inside the core of a giant reactor.
It's like Trantor.
Listening to this beautiful sound but unable to capture it I feel impotent.
I think the word coruscant has been ruined.
co·rus·cant
adj.
Giving forth flashes of light; glittering.
God Module - Resurrection
1:12 a.m. - 2003-08-12
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