Our Ghosts, Our Shells

I watched it because you loved it. I went looking for you. It's resonates with your recent thirst for freedom. I found it amusing that I watched... a movie about robots seeking sex and freedom of expression... because I missed a woman whom I love, who doesn't believe she understands how I see the world. Well. The whole ghost concept... in that language then: I spent 1999-2004 trying to figure out the encoding of ghosts. I only had one to test - my own. Then I figured out how it works, how to read, write, and erase it... and that's all there is to how I see the world. I'm afraid that it will only drive us farther apart. But I think that simply sums up what you don't get about me. For now.

The script speaks of diving, one ghost exploring the space that contains another ghost. That is what we do without wires. That is why we love holding and being held and being talked to. It is diving. A circuit of signals is made complete, and information moves along it.

The bandwidth of skin and eardrums is much higher, than the information conveyed in texts. Imagination is the part of ghosts that does the decompression of information transfered in text.

And that's why I love listening to certain voices. I can hear the stress of muscles struggling to turn air into sounds in an effort to communicate with another.

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