2.23.2012 When I think back about my visit with the insect muse, I always seem to remember more details, long sequences of forgotten dialog exchange, new ideas and facts that are relevant to my life today. How much was compacted into that short visit? Was it a kind of holographic moment that is open to study from other angles? Or perhaps some part of me is inhabiting the dimension beyond the big door, siting on the park bench and still visiting.
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