Numbers, letters, symbols and punctuation marks, encrypted, decrypted, and recoding the information flow. And all creased, the suite in a tangle of characters and values, meanings, subliminal and subtle, so that barely discern the meaning, except that intuitively. Sounds, letters, voices in my head and all just echoes of us. Incarnation,
pathetic similarity to us and our thoughts. It's not even the images, it's just words and noises.
You heard next door in my ears, but in reality is far beyond the thousands kilometrov.Ty talking, laughing, and electricity brings to me, your laughter as if alive. But I'm not laughing at you, laughing at me appliances, signals, lines, wires.