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He who bought timeOnce upon a time there was an old man. One morning he woke up 5:30, ate breakfast and went to work. There he archived papers for nine hours, before he went back home, made dinner, ate the dinner, read a book and went to bed. Before he fell asleep he thought about what he wanted to do the following day. The next morning he woke up 5:30, ate breakfast and went to work. There he archived papers for nine hours, before he went back home, made dinner, ate the dinner, read a book and went to bed. Before he fell asleep he thought about what he wanted to do the following day. For twenty years the old man’s days had passed like this. Twenty very lHe who bought time
by ~misteralive
Living on a dreamI take my helmet off. The world is gray and dirty. The sun doesn’t shine. No birds are singing. Summer is not in the air. There’s no air at all.Living on a dream
I look at the world. Apart from some boulders, spread randomly around, everything is flat. As if a big bomb exploded and took it all away. It has been like this for as long as I can remember. Dad says that once there were trees and mountains on earth, just like in the movies. I don’t believe him. Old people are always rambling about how everything used to be better in the old days. Before the helmets. Before the catastrophe.
Nobody knows when the catastrophe h
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