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I wonder what it would be like, to think in the way that you do.

Behind their eyes, a constant hum
Of seemingly minuscule things and
Embarrassment runs,
Occasional jamming of the tape
Being only
Predictable.
(You cannot escape from this) and as unpleasant as it may seem to us,
Maybe
If they updated and didn’t store
Memories
On cassettes (in their head) (in the way that nobody else does), life
Would turn another direction. and
Maybe the past would just
Melt away,
Leaving them in the present.