I'm streaming along, speed is irrelevant, millions of floating fragments assemble into a roadway only moments before my wheels rip across its surface, almost simultaneously the traveled surface fragments and drops away. There's a horizon line. I'm riding towards it in hope that someday that horizon line will fragment and drop away the same way my traveled road has. Spaceless, Timeless, I will still be gesturing my way across the multiverse.
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Did you write that paragraph? As you read it, you can't help but paint a mental image of your words. Very cool.
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