The information, how it is
with the material. It looks like something
I am reminded of. Something similar, I remember. In my head, mimicked or represented,
copied somehow to store and keep for later recollection, my living library inside of me,
interacting and exchanging, changing and reiterating chemical plans and random rocks falling
into place. Codes for code, for that feeling that you and I shared over and over among all
kinds of buildings, trees, and seas. What it meant for us, it meant only for us while we were busy
being alive.
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