three hours of sleep. an eager spirit keeps one going.
i close my eyes and i see a man with spectacles on the right with a beard mumbling. he is standing in 3d space of grass and shuttlecocks.
"to what do i owe this pleasure?", my mind says to this man.
i "mind-scrape" the cocks and reveal a belly button. the man is standing on someone else's stomach!
baby steps, i say.
we are all in transit. this data right here, these zeroes and ones are all bound for disintegration.
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