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'The Pastor' and his flock invite you to drift with the tide of technology, on a monthly basis, by direct debit.
The subscribed enjoy collective loneliness, bound together by
their desires and devices.
Those less fortunate are confined to the isle of the dead,
a quarantined colony for the insufficient.
They survive by scavenging among waste generated by
Having neither the means to live nor the strength to die,
they burn plastic to keep warm, knowing it poisons them.
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