How lightly do we touch the surface? I feel as though I could reach out and press my finger against the stillness of my own vision, and it would ripple out like a suddenly alive thing. Most days there's a thin boundary between me and the world. I get used to this, and think that's life. I can see, I can hear—what more is there? But every so often I brush against the edges of life and it
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How lightly do we touch the surface? I feel as though I could reach out and press my finger against the stillness of my own vision, and it would ripple out like a suddenly alive thing. Most days there's a thin boundary between me and the world. I get used to this, and think that's life. I can see, I can hear—what more is there? But every so often I brush against the edges of life and it