There’s this beady-eyed blond guy sitting in the corner staring. I didn’t get a good look because his back is against the window. Then the wind blew the doors open and as he turned to look, I looked at him, caught his profile in the light. He was actually a really angular woman with short feathered hair.
Have a deep cleansing moment. Contemplate.
These are substantial discrepancies in perception. It changes in ripples of light, sound and intention. Our connection to this world is an illusion of constance. But look someone in the eye, catch their tail, and everything suddenly stands still.
There’s less barrier than we think. Just massive unawareness as the rift, even between a person and his shadow.
Children…wake up.
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