The Trope is dead. Watch what you want to be. Watch to know your enemy. Watch to escape. Watch to suckle. How many people fit in your garden? Is too many too much? It's lonely on the inside, lonely on the outside, and illuminated within. The fascism of nature. The assault of the air. Science asshole says fate is a lie. They're right of course. Everything is a lie. Fuck fate. Long live the Trope.
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