presence
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There is a strange little meadow that very few people ever notice. Not because it is hidden. Because nobody stays still long enough to see it. The butterflies there are unlike any you’ve ever imagined. Their wings shimmer with colors that seem to change depending on who is looking at them. Gold for the ambitious.…
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People who had access to you never really understood how unavailable you were to the rest of the world… until they became the rest of the world. That version of you… it felt easy, didn’t it? Before all of this. Before the awareness.Before the language.Before you started dissecting your own existence like it was something…
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(Headphones on-Tycho-Awake) Nothing happened today. No collapse. No epiphany. No moment dramatic enough to tell someone about. The kind of day that would have terrified me once because it offered nothing to cling to. I woke up without urgency. No need to check messages to see who still wanted me. No inventory of what I…
