catching snowflakes with bare hands
an exercise in ephemerality
futility
beauty
an intriguing lesson

presence catches but holds nothing

as does prescience, in other worlds

time is interpretation.

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i think my ultimate peak experience in life would be, floating a paper boat down a forest river, and after some time, years if it has to be, when i least expect it, it floats right back to me from the opposite direction. and it’s brought someone familiar with it.

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you reveal your ace
if you’ve been bluffing, you don’t know what it is either
but this becomes the only card that counts
is it red or black?
will you find that your sight can change the course of consciousness
or are you revealed to be completely insane?

the river asks you to jump into the river
but when you get to that place where you’re perfectly lost in every direction
you find that it was not what you expected at all.

the question is, what kind of story is this?

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life is like a train station on more levels than one.

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trained in blackened arts
the savant waits

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wow

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