Oct 1999
- Oct 3
- The Parable of the Cave
Something about taking thoughts/thought systems/memes and analyzing them as discrete particles—have you not created a new mind pattern, less exact than what you are describing, like what a mirror does, specifically, a pair of mirrors facing each other, or like loss compression algorithms.
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- Winter and Fall in NYC
Winter and Fall in NYC
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Faint kiss of love, frozen, land softly on my cheek
melting, lingers the cold
Amidst the darkness and the great heaving throng
the bustle of the crowd and the bluster of the wind
Stinging, icy teardrops, scoring my cheek
I am forgoteen amidst Winter's blast
in a city of twelve million souls
where I am alone.