Is it a coincidence that this text turned out to be the darkest so far?
But we can read it. It is bright enough…
I could’ve named this one hope. I could have named this one curiosity.
But I think it is a task. To try and understand even those who do not seem to carry anything worth understanding and searching for. Whose actions we despise, whose gaze spread darkness.
What do you know about the light, if you do not know the darkness?
And when did we start believing, it was us who lived in the light?
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