im sitting in a metallic bird flying at speeds that could rip my arms away, flying with weight of a small building, in pitch-black night, breathing uncompressed air, finishing a story that began with an african named kunta kinte, kidnappd while chopping a tree for his drum, torn from his homeland into slavery in america, whose life and legacy will stay this indian boy, who just became an architect yest, for his life.
— Nov 24, 2025 09:36PM
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