She would sit at her desk and plumb the depths of the dark cool region directly behind each eyeball. She would traverse the trundled ground of across a thousand mysterious signals, instant changes, and muddled messages; sometimes trying to decode and understand and sometimes just to listen. It was music rich with the repetition of a shouting river and noiseless and still like a calm death. It was unnecessary, ephemeral, for self-interested curiosity’s sake; but then wasn’t everything?
To cross a lawn and consider the act of trampling one single crisp blade of grass. What could be more human?
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