In high school, I would often stare at object imagining I was them. I was so anxious, I would stare at the wall and imagine that I was a brick, or even just an atom of the brick, or maybe of photon coming through the window and bouncing on the brick. Atoms feel no anxiety. They feel nothing. Beings pass before them, time passes through them, they remain. They are just there.
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