Space as death

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I imagine a clinical space, euphemistically disguised as a pleasant waiting room with soft Muzak playing in the background. But there is no waiting, the space itself is the final station. No longer on the proverbial journey of a thousand steps, you have arrived. The room is death. Space as death. The eternal nothingness disguised as infinity. While you die a vacuum erases everything, slowly drawing closer, the last one you, or perhaps the voice of a loved one, and there you go….

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“Beauty is in the eye of the beholder and it may be necessary from time to time to give a stupid or misinformed beholder a black eye.”  Miss Piggy

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