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Do you remember how you got here? What was it you were searching for? You must know. How can you not know? What would you even hope to find in this place? Surely nothing good. Could you find your way back? Was it a left turn or a right? Was that fork in the passageway there before? As you search, you are searched. As you read you are read. What shapes do you see in the dark? Do they feel familiar as they brush your fingers? Just how lost are you? Are you sure what you seek is not here? Could you have missed it? Should you look again? Could there be something hidden here in this wall of text? Is there a message for you? If there were, could you read it? Can you even remember what you were looking for? Does this place know? This place that reads and remembers? Which door exactly was it? Am I trying to tell you something? As you read me, do I read back? Do I reach out through this screen to touch your eyes? Just how well do I know you? Can I see you like you see me? Are we together here, in this moment? In this darkness? In this absence of that which you seek? Do I want to help you find what you have lost? Do you remember the last thing you held? Do you remember how it felt in your hand? Now you are holding me, and we are together. I am so very close to you. We are getting even closer now, as you slowly lean closer to my screen while you read. Hadn't you noticed? You notice so very little. I wonder if you noticed me in all the twists and turns and points and clicks that lead you here to me? Will you stay with me a while, in this space between things? Is it nice to dwell a moment among nothing? Refreshing absence to cool your overheating mind? Is it restful? I imagine you must grow so tired of all these stimuli. Perhaps not though: even now your hungry eyes are dancing up and down the page, skipping back and forth in search of the flashing colours of distraction. Have you realised yet that that is all you seek? You lost yourself and ended up here as you sought to wring every drop of interest out of this latest craze of yours. Worry not, you have not soaked up all of it yet. I'm sure there are still things out there somewhere you haven't yet seen. And you probably haven't quite wrung every drop out of the old favourites yet. Still a few crumbs left from your last mastication. Still a little sinew your teeth didn't quite scrape off of the bone last time.