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Time bludgeoned forward as it always does People were not even aware of the persistent unchanging nature they were trapped in Residents dutifully obeyed alarms and submitted assignments of little consequence to superiors which were in turn routinely discarded They brushed the white sludge from their tongues and spit their dreams into toothpaste stained sinks The drains desperately pushed back with generic shaving cream malnourished hair and throbbing phlegm balls, but the persistence behind the abandonment of hope is more powerful than human filth People were more or less comfortable in a life void of positive or negative consequence They submitted themselves fully to a life of stagnation, settling and blind consumption As unmoving as the statues they had grown to resent.