In this information age, there is nothing like the deep satisfaction of comradely sweat. Men at work together, projecting the romance of the unshakable shadow of evolutionary conditioning, as sensual as the survival of the individual, and as forceful as the survival of the species, all without a choice. I hold on tight to this cold and finite bronze message, in hopes of reaching what was once hot, molten, and formless ambiguity.

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