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Created on: June 21, 2009
How fast? Like it matters.
Vertigo; not confusion between up and down.
Looking up out of my car.
The whole roof is a window.
Underwater, or is that the sky?
Seamless.
Smooth.
Sleek.
Every object tries to streamline your life.
One line.
A path.
It can still curve, but slowly.
That's where every object fails the process.
How can it streamline your path, when you dont even know where its leading?
The grayscale.
Bluescale.
Redscale.
These are colors you all see.
But what do they mean?
Your path is hidden on the lines between the reflections of skyscrapers.
The panes holding the glass.
Try to find it.
Try to find it.
And you might see it once.
You wont be able to tell.
But when you are looking at the shining glass in between,
you'll see a reflection.
And you will learn that you never knew what you were looking for.
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