there is no precedent for this feeling in my memories, so I simply carry it with me, like another book in my backpack.
The Funny Thing About the Past
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A new unknown, a reference and experience point carried until it becomes memory. A seemingly obscure sorrow gains relevance as consciousness expands to a new spectrum of experiences.

We nearly have transmigration in our current collective consciousness. It is unfulfilling and ironically depressing in its current frame.

We enter the “dry, present husk” of consumption in the overwhelming influx of an entire species’ lives represented in contained expressions.

By tying our lives together in digital semi-fictions, overlapping and competing for nuance and relevance, we lose the value of particular and single-life events in an endless string of lifetimes and flows of life.