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When someone in a meeting spots it's almost over and says "I'm conscious of time..." my brain goes into an existential reverie where I imagine experiencing unconsciousness of time: a ceaseless parallax of visions and memories blending together; aeons spooling by in a second
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People and places drift lazily before my eyes as they age and die while my eternal vision comprehends them at a loss
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Days become months become decades and I am ageless, unfathomable, omnipotent. I think in colours and hear in shapes.
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Oh sorry, I was on mute