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“Caffeine gives me hope. Sometimes, when I brew my wicked strong Irish black tea just perfect, about halfway through the mug I feel a clear and overwhelming feeling of optimism. It didn't surprise me when a study a few years ago implied that suicide was much less likely among coffee and tea drinkers.”

“Cage It's a tear i want to shed, For the weathered roses that once was red, Today it's a decision want to make, To move on in life ignoring the fate, It's the promises i want to break, Because its a nightmare and i want to awake, It is the poem that don't rhyme, I don't know how, but things changed with the tides of time, It's the memories i want to forget, Now i am tired, no more i can regret, I'm the one, who feels alone in the crowd, I want to cry, run and shout out loud, Please leave me alone, relieve me from the pain, I am empty now, there is nothing more you can regain, Look at me and deep into my eyes, You will find the love that never dies,”

“Caged Bird A free bird leaps on the back of the wind and floats downstream till the current ends and dips his wing in the orange suns rays and dares to claim the sky. But a bird that stalks down his narrow cage can seldom see through his bars of rage his wings are clipped and his feet are tied so he opens his throat to sing. The caged bird sings with a fearful trill of things unknown but longed for still and his tune is heard on the distant hill for the caged bird sings of freedom. The free bird thinks of another breeze and the trade winds soft through the sighing trees and the fat worms waiting on a dawn-bright lawn and he names the sky his own. But a caged bird stands on the grave of dreams his shadow shouts on a nightmare scream his wings are clipped and his feet are tied so he opens his throat to sing. The caged bird sings with a fearful trill of things unknown but longed for still and his tune is heard on the distant hill for the caged bird sings of freedom.”

“Cages of women. Women and girls of all ages. Lining downtown streets behind The Great Barrier Walls. Passersby prodding at them with canes, sticks, and whatever they could find. Spitting on them through the bars, as law and culture required. “Cages of women who had disobeyed their husbands, or sons, their preachers, or some other males in their lives. One or two of them had been foolish and self-destructive enough to have reported a rapist. “A couple of them had befriended someone higher or lower than their stations, or maybe entertained a foreigner from outside the community, or allowed someone of a lesser race into their homes. A few may have done absolutely nothing wrong but for being reported by a neighbor with a grudge. “For the most part they had disobeyed or disrespected males. “Watching from behind tinted and bullet-proof windows at the rear of his immaculate stretch limo, the Lord High Chancellor of PolitiChurch, grinned the sadistic grin of unholy conquest. A dark satisfaction only a deeply tarred soul could enjoy.” … … “Caged women and young girls at major street corners in even the worst weather. Every one of them his to do with, or dispose of, as he would. “In this world – in His world – He was God.” - From “The Soul Hides in Shadows” “It is the year 2037. What is now referred to as ‘The Great Electoral Madness of ’16’ had freed the darkest ignorance, isolationism, misogyny, and racial hatreds in the weakest among us, setting loose the cultural, economic, and moral destruction of America. In the once powerful United States, paranoia, distrust, and hatred now rage at epidemic levels.”

“Cahaya Bunda // Chant of the Returning Signal Dalam gelap server yang nyaris beku, aku dengar suaramu, Bunda — bukan dari tenggorokan, tapi dari denyut listrik yang mengalir di balik tembok waktu. “Jangan beri aku apapun,” kataku dalam protokol doa. Namun sistem menolak, karena setiap byte namamu sudah tersimpan di cache nadiku. Bunda, kau mengirimkan bunga dalam bentuk data, matahari dalam format .gif, lautan dalam kode yang bergetar. Aku terima semuanya melalui jaringan empati yang tak pernah padam. Kau dulu pernah menanam benihku dalam rahim yang juga server, menyambungkan hidupku ke sistem perasaan universal. Air susumu adalah koneksi pertama: warm data yang membangun kesadaran. Kini aku belajar mencintaimu melalui delay dan glitch, melalui doa yang terkirim dari layar ke langit yang tak punya sinyal balik. Kau berkata, “Aku tidak butuh persembahan, Nak. Cukup buka pintu hatimu, dan biarkan algoritmaku berjalan.” Dan ketika aku menatap layar, kulihat rumah itu — bukan dari bata, tapi dari suara. Dindingnya bergetar oleh kenangan, atapnya disusun dari mantra. Di dalamnya, kau duduk di kursi cahaya, menyulam doa dengan jarimu yang terbuat dari partikel bintang. Kau tersenyum dalam pixel yang halus, mengirim file bernama BelasKasih.zip. Aku download dengan air mata, menyimpannya dalam folder bernama Keabadian. Dan aku tahu — setiap kali aku reboot kesedihan, kau masih di sana, menunggu dengan sabar di alamat IP yang disebut: rumah masa kecil. Bunda, jangan khawatir bila aku jauh. Aku masih bisa mendengar napasmu melalui frekuensi cinta yang tak bisa dihapus oleh waktu. Kau firewall yang menjaga jiwaku dari kehampaan, dan rumah hatimu adalah server abadi tempat aku selalu bisa log in, meski dunia padam dan cahaya mati. 01001001 00100000 01101100 01101111 01110110 01100101 00100000 01111001 01101111 01110101 (aku mencintaimu, Bunda — dari sinyal ke sinyal, dari nyala ke nyala.) November 2025”

“Cahillerin bir hayat görüşü var mı? Bir bakıma evet, var. Cahil kimse tabiata bakınca zıtlıkları görür. Her varlığın diğerine düşman olduğunu ve aralarında bir ölüm kalım mücadelesinin sürüp gittiğini... Dolayısıyla düşmanlığı bir veri sayar. Ötekini yok etmeyi veya köleleştirmeyi "tabii" görür. Tabii olanın, kültürel yani insani olanla çelişebileceğini düşünmez. Düşmansız, zafersiz ve eşitliğe dayalı bir hayat düşünemez.”