He steps into the crowded street and feels the hum and warmth of human activity all around him. Brushing shoulders with so many people reminds him of just how many lives there are out in the world, all with their own individual threads, experiencing so many moments in the same exquisite detail that he does, and it overwhelms him to think what a collected consciousness of all that might look like. Concerns him, actually. Nothing should experience so much. He wonders at his purpose then, knowing that his senses are hardwired to something deep below the earth, feeding it information. Sensation. Memory. For what reason?
Paddy Dobson
26th July 2023