My face is still reverberating from the electrostatic. I sat in the bathroom and watched the moths. They kept landing on the walls. Then flew off. The numb buzz is still in my head, like walking down the road in an orange ambient light on a snow strewn lawn and never looking back.
Biomimetic Butterflies. The crux of my life.
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