In 2019, humanity was given the true picture of the first black hole, as if it were a picture of death, and we held it as a key to immortality.

We dance, we dance.

At the same time, over and over and over again, we are accustomed to a black hole in life.

"The vortex is tickling in the form of boots, so that it spreads over the heart, so that you will not be able to rub it, nor will you be able to shout or stand." Feel the skin, cotton and leather on the big toes. Each layer of them bites each other, and even the thinness of their breath will eventually consume oxygen.

The vortex is a new coat that you have worn for countless black holes.

Let's hold hands together, fall down and wait to be torn. At the moment of leaping through the singularity, perhaps you can see from different fragments the possibility of seeing yourself in different fragments and getting real peace. Maybe you fell into another black hole and you forgot about it when it was twisted. Maybe you'll push us away at the last minute, grab our new clothes and send us away.

But don't worry, we'll still be waiting for you at the end of the line to make sure that you, me, we, all of us, have a "cure".

Click on a poster to get to The Turbo.

The Turbo is the second drama produced by the North Wind Theatre, and in a month-long collective creation, each of the creators spoke about the dilemma and the impotence of the situation. The article was written for Ko Peng Fei, a member of the North Wind Theatre Society, who performed multiple roles and tasks in the play. On March 12th, the tree planting festival, let us witness the birth of this play together and join in this vortex.

Time: 7:30 p.m. March 12th.

Location: Centre for Social Organization Services in the Streets outside the Zongwen Gate (navigation: 68 North Ribbon Road)

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Scanning the captain.

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This post is part of our special coverage Global Development 2011.

My introduction: as Pancho and Wattman's public service confirms, a bearded and snowy God transcends space and truly does exist in a place where he loves us for whatever reason, with a few exceptions, and time will reveal that he is suffering with people like the Holy Miranda, but time will reveal that the flame of the fire, which lives in pain, will undoubtedly be so blue if it continues to burn, that is to say, blowing hell to heaven. So calm, though sporadically much better than not, must not be further taken into account by taking into account the uncompleted findings of the Institute of Human Survey of Tessel and Chanard, which have long concluded that, in other words, there is no doubt that nothing but a question of attachment to humans has been concluded on the basis of the results of the unfinished work of Tessel and Chenard, but that there is no doubt that, on the basis of the results of the public service of Pench and Waterman, there is no doubt that, given the unknown causes of the unfinished work of Popov and Belchi and the fact that the unfinished work of Tessel and Chenard has been employed, which has been denied by many, that Tess has lost and those presumed by Chunadud, who think that they actually exist.

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We are open to criticism.

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It is not noble.

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We oppose political propaganda and moral kidnapping.

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