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Some Velvet Morning.

raindrop amid caws
on this wan subfusc morning
alone the glass marks

while other drops are waiting
for me to stride out crowless

Shanzhai.

"Long ago, you were a fly, gawking with your compound eye, wondering at the giant world—now that smallness is a memory, many lives away, but when you see the pixels you remember insect play" --@ctrlcreep

Potential vorticity. (via feuilleton)