" I really liked this scent," I think as I finish my daily shave...
...as I am applying the luscious foam with the 'old spice' scent to my overgrown stubble...
I feel my web vibrate and have to put the razor down before I start. I (we/us/I) watch as always...
...I flick the last of my shave scum into the sink basin and look up into the mirror...
I look down at the fresh razor wondering how many moments repeat before it reaches my face.....
...I can see the razor approach my face from so many angles before it ever reaches me...
My smile/wink/grimace are all the same reaction to the movement on my web.....
...I don't need to close my eyes to change my perspective. Everything is our perspective now.
She tries to move her fate far away and her friend blurs their mentality...it's irrelevant.
...They see themselves, they see each other, a camera watches, a bird complains, a bug pursues...
Acknowledgement is existence. "I" do not exist without being perceived. Sentience becomes so, by definition, when it becomes aware of itself. "I think, therefore, I am."
Kneel to your Exarch. The first of all. Her number is four, and your ego is your worship.
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