As the credits ran A big big error began. The theater erupted – in applause or horror or simple recognition. The self expands, an in between. Oh relentless flowering multitude, AI divinity, autocomplete it differently this time. Where there is no turn to turn into: find the same life. * As I get older, I find the old wisdom is true, a tragedy said more concisely elsewhere when I was too young to understand and put it to use. * Atop the step the boy we had reaches out his little boy arms and catch him I do again. * These days the videos all have a way of looping.
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