It’s 3:37pm and I’m sitting crosslegged on an empty theater stage. The light above doesn’t touch the center of the floor because my face eclipses the spotlight. My eyes closed, I hear the memories of 42 voices echoing sounds of laughter in my brain, all happening an hour before.
The Fate of the Human Race... Dopamine.
The Fate of the Human Race... Dopamine.
The Fate of the Human Race... Dopamine.
It’s 3:37pm and I’m sitting crosslegged on an empty theater stage. The light above doesn’t touch the center of the floor because my face eclipses the spotlight. My eyes closed, I hear the memories of 42 voices echoing sounds of laughter in my brain, all happening an hour before.