Nerve endings. That’s what it all comes down to. Billions of rooted synapses, like trees entwined in erratic soil. Lightning strikes every millionth of a second, the charges scattering across the gaps and down a spinal braid.

Ryan Galloway
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Nerve endings. That’s what it all comes down to. Billions of rooted synapses, like trees entwined in erratic soil. Like the trees that line up in an erratic pattern, or the roots that grip into the ground.

The nerve endings are the things that make our lives alive. Like lightning striking every millionth of a second, the charges scattering across the gaps and down a spinal braid.

Source: Biome

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