What we see, we have already "read" as our visual cortex filters our perceptions down through the doors of our experiences. What we read is immediately transposed perceptually to some kind of image that is compatible with our imagination. Here you will find much to read, and lots to see.
i am being eaten alive by the mosquito called time. its hairy pulvillar pads lean in to kiss Pythagoras’ hypotenuse. a bouquet of bites into my slumber, i am worn down by its unwavering balance .
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