littératuricide - Mon Mar 31
He touched the crown of his head and his lips, and then rested his hands at his chest where his heart would be. He opened his eyes, and looked out the window in to the night's skies out across the field of stars. In the web he sat centered, open, and permeated the information as it flowed outward and rolled back in again. Each breath filling space... subject, object, and action... empty, and resting... draw it in.... exhale.
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Computing information from the galaxies and the stars - much preferable to computing information from servers and ISPs. Person and atmosphere, working together, breathing and learning.