Turning around and looking at the city, one wonders how many formulae and formulas make up this space.

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The curves and straight lines of each building, structure, sign and inorganic form are calculated and combined based on life and style to create each form, large and small.

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And we, the organic bodies and minds that live in inorganic matter, are similarly calculated shapes in accordance with evolution and civilisation, which we realise as a matter of course, and at the same time feel wonderment.

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Everything in this world is shaped according to formulas and calculations.

 Is such an idea a little foolish and rigid?

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For me now, the inorganic and distant feeling of seeing things in a square box divided vertically and horizontally is infinitely more familiar.

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