Spoken words and written words.
Voices from different selfs. Not all of my selfs. I'm not sure there is a self.
Just those that want to speak outside of my head.
Communication, the process by which thought passes from mind to mind as does light from spark to eye.
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Linking us: are we even there? here?
When I shut my eyes I am not sure if I am here or even there.
In comes that tram - again. It carries with it memories from then to now.
Communication through time.
Linking us: are we even then? now?
Nothing, as so often seems to be the case, is certain.
Motion, such an odd concept when all is moving - ultra-normal. Only stopping is of note. From me to you - in mysterious ways.
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