You sit in that chair, as you have so many times before. It holds among its molecules the vibrations of all our conversations ever held in its presence. All the exchanges, the petty irritations, deadly revelations, flat announcements of disaster. The grunts and poetry of life. Everything we’ve ever said. Listen. What do you hear? A melody. We’re orchestrations of carbon. You and me.

Orchestrations of carbon.

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