The library, the floating head, and the opening of worlds. We devoured and regurgitated everything we saw.  I remember the day Mark mastered expression and I became conscious of writing, knowing full well if I could say something remotely truthful, he could bring it to life.  There was the sun on the glass, the yawning gap to our side, and there was us, summoning creatures from the depths, and consulting the head for answers.

This was sublime.  Still is from 6,000 miles away.

-Christian

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