How can something that is everywhere be so God damn interesting to me. How can I stare fascinated for so long at shape and movement. Feel like a Neanderthal. Wanting warmth and closeness with intimacy. People call it an act, some dismiss it. In my mind it's a world I can't explore, touch, or feel...but I can watch through a window and listen to everyone I know speak of it in a simple fashion.
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