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AND LET THERE BE LIGHT

POLLUTION

LIGHT

As our energy radiates through the night and invades the cosmos, can we declare that our technology has finally reached the gods?

As the moon rises and we gaze into the night, do we mourn for every star that vanishes into the crawling sky? Fewer of us feel nostalgia for a night sky we've never known. Perhaps it is a sign that we've outgrown our astrological roots, as guidance by starlight and our connection to

A display of power at the expense of the natural wonders around us. A beautifully tragic, inevitable demolition of the world as a sacrifice for our own growth.

There is electricity in the air.

There is electricity in the air.

There is electricity in the air.

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constellations become folklore and our astrological inheritance is diminished to daily horoscope predictions. Even the light from our own screens pollutes our own bodies. Are there eyes that remember what true darkness looks like? Yet,

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