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Evening in the thought quarry is sublime. The newly collected memories are finally digitized. After the day’s work, I relax and sort them, evaluating their body and character.

I load a new one titled “Elizabeth," dated for last week. I open the sensory log and dive.

I see green hills and the occasional flower. Clear skies. The sight has terrific clarity.

I pluck a nearby dandelion. The aroma is sweet and earthy. I take a greedy sniff and feel the sharp prick of a stinger. I tear away the insect. The pain finely accents the fragrance.

I detect powerful enthusiasm for the loneliness of these hills, for the absence of civilization. A second swallow, however, reveals the slightest touch of longing. This excitement is complex and flavorful. I find myself slipping, empathizing with the experience.

The finish has a bite. Fever sets in. My tongue swells. My knees buckle. I collapse, numb and useless. I taste regret. I wish there were people around. I wish I wasn’t alone sorting trophies as a surrogate for genuine human interaction.

I see a figure. A flush of optimism cleans my palate. I become hopeful. He moves in close and inserts a needle. There’s a minute before I realize his motivation. My eyes shut in cold surrender.

When I resurface, I decide I liked it. Excellent depth. Rich aftertaste. The chance to watch myself at work was a nice touch. I give the file top marks and prepare to load another.

Description
Evening in the thought quarry is sublime. The newly collected memories are finally digitized. After the day’s work, I relax and sort them, evaluating their body and character.

I load a new one titled “Elizabeth," dated for last week. I open the sensory log and dive.

I see green hills and the occasional flower. Clear skies. The sight has terrific clarity.

I pluck a nearby dandelion. The aroma is sweet and earthy. I take a greedy sniff and feel the sharp prick of a stinger. I tear away the insect. The pain finely accents the fragrance.

I detect powerful enthusiasm for the loneliness of these hills, for the absence of civilization. A second swallow, however, reveals the slightest touch of longing. This excitement is complex and flavorful. I find myself slipping, empathizing with the experience.

The finish has a bite. Fever sets in. My tongue swells. My knees buckle. I collapse, numb and useless. I taste regret. I wish there were people around. I wish I wasn’t alone sorting trophies as a surrogate for genuine human interaction.

I see a figure. A flush of optimism cleans my palate. I become hopeful. He moves in close and inserts a needle. There’s a minute before I realize his motivation. My eyes shut in cold surrender.

When I resurface, I decide I liked it. Excellent depth. Rich aftertaste. The chance to watch myself at work was a nice touch. I give the file top marks and prepare to load another.