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An Exploration of Self

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A manifesto.

Sometimes, I’m not alone.

What separates us from this world and the next?

Maybe it’s artificial intelligence.

A mind blooms with simple inspirations…

Etched into mortar and stone.

Bleeding light, opened mind.

No late bloomers here.

The photo looks back, part II.

Sticky sweet.

So sad.

How’s my hair?

Sometimes the price of gold is too great.