04.08.2020

     I was watching Worlds moving past and through my own. They returned my intrigue with wariness, if anything at all.
     Why do they view me with only misgiving and indifference?
     The glass's glare answered the question before it could be posed, signaling back to me the separation it represents. It was I who had declared myself as Other—watching, as a spectator, the Worlds of the Living.

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