# you run hop and scramble on towards victory but only ever with true finality as the walls of once comforting and mundane realities rip away revealing raw buzzing crt visions of thunderbolt tinged oblivion 3am sbt standard base time in the bleary arts morning and one realizes only the rain streaming synthetic mercy of the yawning mundane researcher it's time to get right back to the heavy scientific work at hand while not conveniently forgetting the deeper sociopolitical and artistic labor context in which one is already embedded a restless and uncomfortable systemic institutional component // [[republic of bob contents | imaginary pastime republic of bob]]