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MAJOR PROJECT 2
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Planet A
Are we susceptible to our surroundings when absorbed in miniature technological versions of reality, what about this one? Our natural environment is still evident, still subtly demanding to be noticed, still present, for now. We must learn to work with it, not against it and we must internally re-connect with what it innately means to be human, before it’s too late
I guess I'm just random. A random girl, a tree in a forest (though I tend to consider myself as a rather nice tree), just another writer. Why do I write ? Question is, why wouldn't I ? It's like water. It's vital. I need to write else I'll end up like some kind of dead fish's corpse on a forsaken beach. I want to be remembered. Is it so unnatural ? Am I just being, as often, narcissistic and painfully scared of oblivion ? I don't want to end up like these unfinished stories of mine, forgotten somewhere in my computer, waiting for me to keep writing them. I need water, yes. But I often need another kind of water not to drown. I write because I'm alive. Let me bow in front of you, brave reader, welcome to my world. I hope you'll enjoy your stay. Welcome to my words.