Fury Cruft (1+1+1)

To-morrow, and to-morrow, and to-morrow,
Creeps in this petty pace from day to day,
To the last syllable of recorded time;
And all our yesterdays have lighted fools
The way to dusty death. Out, out, brief candle!
Life's but a walking shadow, a poor player,
That struts and frets his hour upon the stage,
And then is heard no more. It is a tale
Told by an idiot, full of sound and fury,
Signifying nothing.

Macbeth Act 5, scene 5, 19–28

In this Fury Cruft images of grade school class photos, militarized police and recent political rallies/protests are juxtaposed as we listen to an attempt to scientifically predict the complex system of weather.

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