I am interested in a certain kind of reality.
And it is slowly forming. And I struggle for it to propel so much faster than it is.
Sometimes I must stop for a moment and remember how lucky I am that i even have a trajectory.
The time tunnel seems to crawl. But when I look back- I can see what far distances I've already traveled.
What silly little customs we have here on this planet of mortals and self-important monkeys.
But whose to say that the little monkey should know any better?
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