lolamyers I remember it vividly: twelve years old, sitting on a bench, watching the floor morph into moving pictures. First a face, slowly turning from left to right; next, a sailboat on choppy waves. I thought everyone saw the world like I did, that everyone’s reality wiggled and squirmed when scru …

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