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Fleeting Flora

Fleeting Flora

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WpMetadataNoticeLast published Thu, May 30, 2019
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Amelia, after a stint with a punk band, feels as if life is an aimless road. Her world is crumbling apart, but so is everyone's. Right? Antonio, a normal guy, works at the Asian specialty store, his mild manner makes him fit perfectly into a life full of sand dunes. When will he teach Amelia that the establishment isn't real, that she has nothing to oppose. "Establishment, you need to be significant to oppose it." "But we are the establishment, of course we're significant!" "Why are you trying to oppress something that you live comfortably under, anarchy is complete hell and you know it, live your life and have fun instead of dedicating your life to a cause that lost its shock factor decades ago." "Punk is liberating, I feel as if I can be who I want to be, as if I'm part of a voice, the underdogs voice." "Punk isn't powerful anymore, you think that you can beat order, something upheld since the birth of our ancestors by wearing a couple of studs and screaming into a microphone?" Under the Sicilian sun, they work tirelessly and try to change each others world view.
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