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And this autistic perception, sensitive to everything around, so much so that everything becomes overwhelming.

And another day begins, walking, sky, trees moving, or me moving past the trees. Another perception, embodied.

And now, this hotel, water, coffee, notebook, iPad, iPhone, their music, these people, this phenomena of perception, this attention, to a sequence of words, concentration, composure, this familiar pose, this writing.

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