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essay: #054: Complicit in Fiction

By the melancholy beauty, of it all.
Of how the camera lies.
Complicit in the fiction.
Of our own making.

Ferries sink in sandstorms, in the Red Sea.
1400 people depart.
Only 324 return...

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Thinking about.
A body of ocean.
8,000 miles wide.
About, what separates.
And what unites us.

Thinking of United Colors.
Of this Benetton world.
Of Syrians, torching embassies.
Over caricatures, of the Prophet Muhammad.

Of dialogue, burning with hatred.
Across continents.
And throughout history.
Broadcasting, via the newswire.
And beyond.

# transmission ends #

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