notes from the outer world.

Close to 5pm. A sudden disconnect, and a moment of silence watching oneself mirrored by a dusty huge display that has gone dark. Tracing ones features with somewhat tired eyes, trying to focus, to judge the person seen in this odd light. How did we perceive our parents when they were our age? (Random thoughts looking for links. Light flashing again. A mental interlude washed away in a flood of pixels.)

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