Memory storm over,
and "normal" resumes.
Usual demeanor slides behind the wheel,
efficiency clicks into gear,
present time drives forward,
and traffic moves well.
Yet, at the same time,
something much deeper,
intuitive,
alive,
and utterly unable to mechanize itself
intuitive,
alive,
and utterly unable to mechanize itself
is nearly crushed
between the gears.
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