There are some things you can't really conciously comprehend, only feel, taste. I just finished reading William Gibson's Neuromancer for probably the fifth or sixth time in the 8 years since I read it for the first time, and yet, it's like I am completely incapable of remembering the plot, the content of the book, beyond a vague recollection of characters , places.
It's a sensory experience for me. I wallow in the words, feel their bite in the back of my throat, their sting on my lips. You feel so lost in the world, it seems like you're somehow somewhere different. Reality leaves, and you're just a datapoint in the flow of information.
There's a reason I'm known as Wintermute elsewhere. In the book, Wintermute at one point says that it is defined by it's lack of knowledge of one particular word. Wintermute is that being which does not know that word. That's how I feel about myself. I am not defined by what I am, I am defined by what I am not.
I am not you.
It's a sensory experience for me. I wallow in the words, feel their bite in the back of my throat, their sting on my lips. You feel so lost in the world, it seems like you're somehow somewhere different. Reality leaves, and you're just a datapoint in the flow of information.
There's a reason I'm known as Wintermute elsewhere. In the book, Wintermute at one point says that it is defined by it's lack of knowledge of one particular word. Wintermute is that being which does not know that word. That's how I feel about myself. I am not defined by what I am, I am defined by what I am not.
I am not you.
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frozensunshine:
I wish I was working. It's too bad that you have to work. It would be nice to meet you. Where have you gone that you have put 2k on your car in two months? Damn girl! 
obliviousfocus:
well this is true. we have been living out our little existential moments in the choices we have made. so that would dictate a conflict in schedules. but I hope things are going well.