
One could peer through the memories of her life. Only she necessarily could become not withstanding of her own sanity. Going from pen in hand to digital key tapping has been, but a transition of assembly to a more resounding thump on the back of my head. Thump thump. t.h.u.m.p.
There are times I want to go crazy.
Writing words without restraint and logic.
This discovery of a beast long laid to rest a thousand years ago. Beyond memory, beyond physical destiny there is perhaps a conciousness building.
Is paper like pixel? Is a keyboard fingers?
Does our mind see it as the same or different…
…or both?
I type. I type. I type to you into the unknown.
This is all unknown.
I can only guess who reads what it is, that is written here.
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