Learn how to look, where to look, how to look well, amplify the right things like the clavicle of the man speaking at you, the blemishes on his skin, the movement of the reflection in his glasses, draw everything, smile at that amphibian and the abstraction of power symbolized by his shoulders (in your terms)
Look at the sun how orange he is, today he will go through your papers, he must be thinking of you, you must think about the history of the industrial revolution, Manchester England, dark ages, you must think about your death in exchange for their upper class conviviality.
You must become aware and raise a flag. They will give you potatoes, you waiver, and all things will become relative.
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