lonely people only.

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“One could not stand and watch [the slaughter] very long without becoming philosophical, without beginning to deal in symbols and similes, and to hear the hog squeal of the universe. Was it permitted to believe that there was nowhere upon the earth, or above the earth, a heaven for hogs, where they were requited for all this suffering? Each one of these hogs was a separate creature. Some were white hogs, some were black; some were brown, some were spotted; some were old, some young; some were long and lean, some were monstrous. And each of them had an individuality of his own, a will of his own, a hope and a heart’s desire; each was full of self- confidence, of self-importance, and a sense of dignity. And trusting and strong in faith he had gone about his business, the while a black shadow hung over him and a horrid Fate waited in his pathway. Now suddenly it had swooped upon him, and had seized him by the leg. Relentless, remorseless, it was; all his protests, his screams, were nothing to it— it did its cruel will with him, as if his wishes, his feelings, had simply no existence at all; it cut his throat and watched him gasp out his life. And now was one to believe that there was nowhere a god of hogs, to whom this hog personality was precious, to whom these hog squeals and agonies had a meaning? Who would take this hog into his arms and comfort him, reward him for his work well done, and show him the meaning of his sacrifice? Perhaps some glimpse of all this was in the thoughts of our humble-minded Jurgis, as he turned to go on with the rest of the party, and muttered: “Dieve—but I’m glad I’m not a hog!””

Upton Sinclair, The Jungle

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etas4lyfe:

Agni Tara - Day 63: Current read: The Jungle by Upton Sinclair. I read it in high school. Loved it. Saw it again. Bought it. And let’s see if it’s how I remember it.

March 4, 2014

The Jungle - Upton Sinclair

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yesterday morning

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Today’s explosion in railway station in Volgograd, Russia
A suicide bombing at a railroad station in central Russia killed at least 15 people on Sunday.The explosion, which officials said was caused by a bomb possibly carried in a bag or backpack, struck the main railroad station in Volgograd, a city about 550 miles south of Moscow, at 12:45 p.m.

Today’s explosion in railway station in Volgograd, Russia

A suicide bombing at a railroad station in central Russia killed at least 15 people on Sunday.The explosion, which officials said was caused by a bomb possibly carried in a bag or backpack, struck the main railroad station in Volgograd, a city about 550 miles south of Moscow, at 12:45 p.m.

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nuclearharvest:

my drive home today
nuclearharvest:

my drive home today

nuclearharvest:

my drive home today

snow-photo:

East Village, New York City, 2014

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Sadness is overrated

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by Boyce