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part of our disorientation our driving down the stairs and into the ditch or into the sky who will tell when it is happening for real

(no communicating through systems that were created and continuously optimized for engagement)

a sudden disgagement some laughter and a quick disappearance from memory

(sounds of crashing, birds and unidentified language)

back on our feet but then the rocket motors start there will be an unanounced liftoff and before we know we are landing in the soft abandoned and invisible craters at the other side of the moon soon?

(guess you know what it means)