About this user
Like on a train track, train coming towards you, but when the train hits you, you pass through, hurtling around you and you don't just see every person on board, passing through them you also are them, for an instant the inside of each object and person, one distinct existential sensation after another, an arpeggio of qualia, before, puff, you're blown out the other side, standing on the tracks again in emptiness.
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Spain