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There i was: lying across my bed, wrist under my chin, pensively strumming my fingers. In the periphery of my thoughts i noticed my skin was in motion near my elbow. i experimented by slowing my fingers, and the waves slackened. My full attention was now on anatomy: strum fingers, muscles roll. In the moment, it all seemed fascinatingly inhuman, like looking inside a piano for the first time - the perfect two-step of key=note reveals itself as an intricate, beautiful waltz.
And that's when i realized i had it backward; those rippling motions under my skin were actually the cause of my fingers tapping. It is exceedingly strange to be alive.
posted by Arthur @
5/28/2002 12:48:00 PM
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