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- It reminded me of people who go with random people from the airport.

- You explained to me that nothing is random.

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Born.

I was 52 years old when I was born, and from then I only got younger, to match.

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s/o to

The objects that circulate the homes, offices, living rooms, patios, balconies, closets, and tables of Tel Aviv, their traject ignited by the desire of release of one, and the desire of reuse of another.

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Los encuentros son la razón por la cual seguimos construyendo pasillos.

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:O

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But sure, I can set something up to 'conjure' a mood or whatever.

2015

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Las cosas son dos cosas.

Unos niños gritan a la calle, los pisos regresan el ruido al pisarles, la luz es mañana y es tarde. Las cosas son dos cosas.

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All of them memes.

This is a story about a meme that started with this question:

“What is the most beautiful concept in your field of research?”

B. researches blood clots in arteries around the heart; requires the use of airplanes to pause; has never discussed sleeping.

“Plasticity maybe.” “What is that?” “Cells made of plastic.” “Really?!” “No, it’s cells that can go back and forth in changing their behavior.”

M. researches string theory; has made a pause in his work to connect physics & society; sleeps sometimes.

“Duality. The existence of two completely different descriptions of the same physical reality; in fact, so much different that they can exist in different dimensions(!), be composed of different elements(!), have different scale of interactions, etc.”

N. researches socio-economy of the construction industry; requires the use of trains to be visited; sleeps a lot.

“I was very fascinated with the concept of “prospect theory”, which is about perception of risk in business. It connected me to differences between perception and reality. And to reveal how the subjective logic and consequent behaviors shape.”

‘The plasticity of synaptic plasticity’ feels nice to pronounce, which distracts the keyboard and leaves a serving unfinished, yet:

> MEME J is an emergent phenomena from three parent ideas: The idea of B (plasticity of cells and how they move between different behavioral patterns), M (duality [or sometimes multiplicity] of scientific description of objective phenomenon), and N (emergence of different behavioral patterns in different contexts). MEME J avoids being pseudoscientific, but every time it’s about to conclude the methodology to test, validate and explore its refutability: x

Is this the story about a meme, or a meme itself?

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Tanta madre.

Juntada o no, la pausa ya está hecha y se nos antoja el café, o el pasado que siempre trae el café de las cuatro.

“Vamos a usar las tazas de mamá”, que me recordó cómo mi madre le decía mamá a mi abuela,... que me recordó que mi abuela fué también mi madre. ¿Cómo alguien puede ser tanta madre y por tanto tiempo?

Después de la lluvia le digo que es la hora de los caracoles, y ella que es la hora de los arcoiris. Luego pienso que hoy vemos muchos arcoiris porque casi todos son digitales.

Después de eso salgo a los caracoles y me quedo huérfana.

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Idea:

A market where you can buy butterflies, stomachs, and jars, so that if you really want to experience one of the early fictions about being in love, or walk to some music feeling in love, you can :)

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Thinking that any content can be used in unusual contexts:

“Maybe this is how you’ll be one of the humans who finds out a new way of reading what robots write.”

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The descent of laundry.

My current home in the physical world is an apartment at the base of a building in Tel Aviv, where I have already found  loving elements: a cat with whom I meow in the evenings, exiting to a place across the street that I call “the house with the cascade of plants”, and its closeness to a store where I confuse yogurt with cream or cottage cheese every time.

However, my favorite part is that coming in requires leaving the street and going down one level, where the front door is exactly below 5 floors of balcony/outdoor clothesline. Because of this, our welcoming and farewells are always done under the scent of soap, flowers, and warmth.

After I found this, I’ve added a scenario to the recurring imagination that I come home to a warm pile of laundry waiting for me on the bed, where I tunnel my way in until the fabric starts losing heat, and then I carry on with my day.

Since none of this hasn’t happened, I started thinking that it’s more possible that I am the pile of laundry that spreads warmth and flowers as I take off seeing the cascade of plants, meowing to the cat, joining everyone in the usual street level, and going to the store to get cheese but coming back with לאבנה.