A swish of cloth. A hint of perfume. Berries. Follow. An almost deserted by-lane leads to a crowded street. The background noise of the throng threatens to spill into the foreground and at times it successfully does so. The mirrors on the sidewalk show that you are not alone. If you look into them, you can't immediately find yourself. There! You almost got lost! One face out of many. A part of an organism. An atom making the crowd. Connected by a million tentacles.
Uncountable sights vie for a second of your gaze. A billion sounds fight for your attention. A trillion smells repel and mesmerize you. The skin pulses with sensation. It beats! It vibrates. A metal strip placed against the sun. Hot to touch. Senses overwhelmed. Lost. The more you absorb, the more you lose yourself. Dumb down, baby! Stop your brain. Shut down the processing unit. To feel little is to survive.
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