passport part XIX

tourist through life feels like every inch of each object counts, in an invisible tracing of space
interaction. observe the curbs, corners, close angles, the juxtapositions of reflection overlapping.
there is a point in all, join the dots pointing to an internal map. we think and act in patterns,
a code endlessly generating morphing codes. trying to capture the changing light of one day
in one still, a pixelated impressionist dream. exhaling myself, inhaling the rest.

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