Tree falling

Instead of probing things with the antennae of your vision, imagine the ‘light’ pouring in.

Wavelengths ping your retina, your brain conjures a proxy image.

What you see, hear, smell is not out there.

It’s all false colour.

You are a receptor in the universe.

My speech slurs as I try to describe it: I hear my own voice fed back.

I’m animate chemistry, a body on autopilot which can’t get any closer to the moment.

An entity in the Matrix.

A machine elf.

Infested with primate malware©.

 Primate malware my quote on google pic


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