A touching, a feel felt, good. Kind good. Help good.
Those sorts of touches Are too costly for any but the most
Attention-to payingest among us.
Old people who paid a we-bit, a longtime, Think about such things With interest Intent on
Squeezing the life out every sunset. Feeling the first pixel from The first seen star Seen tonight
Smack into the back of your brain, and Trigger an avalanche Of yes, todays. Feels good, Feeling kinda touched,
Not alone, you know.
I treasure sunsets and acoustic intrumental AI choices on Spot-ify. Ification is my hobby, realizing ifs that once were mere wishes. I have all the books and music and time in the whole world, or so much that what I lack is not worth seeking till I finish watching all the TED talks that interest me.