NUSH is where magic does not prevail. An illusion is written off as being different. Like a hippie. Instantly all possibilities of negativity are what comes into mind first. Instead of inspirations, visionary and dreams. At all levels of the entire population, fears of mistake linger everywhere. Nothing happens until after a prolonged amount of time. Be it waiting, verifying, experimenting or simply dismissing. Experimenting, not the analysis of outcomes, but instead, the awaiting of errors and problems. Proactivity on security over spirits. Reactivity in a jiffy. Without a chance of expression, for identity and creativity. Lack of identity, lack of individuality. That's why partnership never worked. A hundred men working on the same thing is called labour if intellect's compromised. But when intelligence clashes, a hundred men's common work becomes a debate. The argument that leads to nowhere. A project of creation requires a myriad of expertise. Of course. But nope it doesn't work here. And right here and now we have this mundane life. Where booths and games are eternally reduced, reused and recycled. Brains are switched off. Or more like, packed deep into a rectangular sardine can. Never to be revived again. May this place where my dreams will never come through continue. Well it's depressing how the pattern goes. Into the capitalistic world. It's where people are evil but when things are made possible. A choice without a choice. I guess I'll go. And not waste my remaining 4 months being depressed over this. We'll all leave. Not into liberation but hey. Let's just say it'll be a darker cave of bats, worms and vipers, stalactites, coldness and jewels.