An array of tasks in the space of my imagination, ahead of me. Luminescent orbs. Exhaustion. Ill. Wondering if I'll even live, or, at any rate, why. Deep in a hole, trapped, with other hapless angels. Their commitment, their welcome. If I am to get through, it can only be by tackling these improbable callings.
The feeling I got is, we did a short hop from east to west, along the more northerly circle, then south and west, climbing for two hours and a half, over the wall, to the greater circle. We left it all in the hands of the navigators.
Now I'm watching mangas in a window next to another window, reading and writing. It's all about experience, about moving our perception across the variations of an infinitely confident world, with the help of heroes: the pilots and stewards, the artists and writers and animators, the web developers and cloud operators. I'm a little flicker on the edge of it all, the elite behemoth network of technologists.
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