I reach into the invisible, and I pull it out
When I close my eyes, oh, what a sight. It’s right there. The way it looks, feels, tastes, sounds. The way it moves. The way it listens. The way it makes people feel. The way it just … Knows. But wrestling it out here into the world of the physical for you to see is like pulling a boulder through a garden hose. This thing. This experience. This world in my mind. If I could snap my fingers and materialize it, I would. But instead, I have to stand with one foot in the physical, the other in the imaginary, and tussle with both. I...
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