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Floating in suspension above a tile matrix. Somewhere in that matrix there is a consistency-- a ratio of blue tiles to white tiles. Blue, blue, blue, blue, WHITE. ...white? Was it white? Startled by a barrier the ratio has been blurred. Somehow losing track of the one thing that matters, brings back the real goal. Caught up in minutiae, trapped in a cerulean mass... no time has elapsed, but time has passed.
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Jan 13, 2015
Jan 13, 2015 at 5:00 PM UTC
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Floating in suspension above a tile matrix. Somewhere in that matrix there is a consistency-- a ratio of blue tiles to white tiles. Blue, blue, blue, blue, WHITE. ...white? Was it white? Startled by a barrier the ratio has been blurred. Somehow losing track of the one thing that matters, brings back the real goal. Caught up in minutiae, trapped in a cerulean mass... no time has elapsed, but time has passed.
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Jan 13, 2015
Jan 13, 2015 at 5:00 PM UTC
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