*This is from my notebook. It used to be a part of another hand-written blog post, but that was too weird*
Imagine a plate appears in front of you. On the plate is a slice of chocolate cake. You dip in your fork, taste it. It melts in your mouth, but there is a trace left on your lips. You savor it, try to commit it to memory. And when you look back down on your plate, the cake has been replaced by little crumbs. And then smudges.
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