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What the hell! Where am I?! The last thing I remember was driving home from work late at night, next thing I know I wake up in some motel room.…
What the hell! Where am I?! The last thing I remember was driving home from work late at night, next thing I know I wake up in some motel room.…
As a collective species, humanity has reached a critical point in history whereby we find ourselves staring directly into a symbolic mirror. Many, in doing so, cover the mirror and…
Philosophical and Economic Emancipation through Independent Modernity: A Peruvian Perspective "We who lived in concentration camps can remember the men who walked through the huts comforting others, giving away their…
"When the heavy rain fall, they always say that it will not continue to rain very long, for the next time all the world will pass away in flames...Over their…
A través de la noche Estoy atormentado por los gritos del viento Vagando sin rumbo por la oscuridad Con sólo la luz de la luna que me guíe Entre…