It always comes back later on. But the moment, once gone, can only be imitated, not duplicated.

That’s how I think of things, yeah. It’s not a sad thing, not really, but it drives me forward to be as clear as possible, to _express_ difficult to express things, through the tiny hole I have here; the bandwidth and speed of the wires + radio signals is the hose and the water…. and yet I don’t have much time – life is full of stopping what you are doing because there’s something else demanding more attention. So I try to get it all out, before the fire of the dragon burns me up and what I *want* to say is lost.

It always comes back later on. But the moment, once gone, can only be imitated, not duplicated.

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