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holy smokes!
a scribe with severed fingers. linguist with no tongue. the deaf composer. without eardrums Beethoven heard music in its chemical form, sonatas orchestrated by neurons.
I like my life right now but it keeps feeling temporary. all these nagging reminder that sooner or later everything will be entirely different. it not so much scares me as just bothers, i like having at least one foot on the ground.