A heaping portion of my day is spent in a world humans have created in their minds. One day we will build a matrix inside the matrix.
The elvish face reflected a man who was once a handsome legend. He studied it for a while noting the spacing, obeying the golden ratio 1.618. He stared deeply into his image, searching for coherence.
The gods or icons exist to shame us. We look up to them and they shit on our heads. We like this, it has been the way for humans. Without hierarchy comes ineffectiveness.
In front of you a small metallic cart which has one object on it. Its cold brushed surface reflects the sickly red light in the room. You sit in a chair which has been designed for the dmv.