I loved Science, Stars, Nature, but then I loved people without knowing that people have long since divorced from nature. (…) The value of a man was reduced to his immediate identity and nearest possibility. To a vote. To a number. To a thing. Never was a man treated as a mind. As a glorious thing made up of star dust. In every field, in studies, in streets, in politics, and in dying and living. (…) I am writing this kind of letter for the First time. My First time of a Final letter. Forgive me if I fail to make sense.

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超民族主义时代的#CommunicationSoWhite

我爱科学，星星，自然，但是后来我爱上了人们，却不知道人们早已脱离自然。（……）一个人的价值被降低到他的直接身份和最接近的可能性。要投票。给个号码。要一件事。从来没有人把男人当作头脑。作为由星尘组成的光荣事物。在每个领域，研究，街道，政治，死亡和生活中。（…）我是第一次写这种信。我的最后一封信。如果我没有道理，请原谅我。