Of my mother sewing my clothes as a child. The cutting of cotton. Thwack, thwack, twack. Not sure how to describe it, both talcum powder and starch. Again Benzoin.
The linework of tabular cloth patterns scattered across the floor.
I remember the smell of the earth as we dug into soil and learning the layers of how water retains nutrients. How petrichor varies.
I remember when I am not in regions of the fold to datacentre creation.
I know that virology and immunology is used by the machine to divide us as people. Say those who always want us to wear “the cloth” to cover, versus those who educate on ongoing remedy to expose. Both spiritual stances as valid as the other. As wise as the other.
How digitizing our shipping route and port logistics without anyone knowing the why. Equates to a significant weakness and overreliance on datacentre creation.
Yet again, climate equates to knowledge for say the humidity of sydney enabled a means to see microbiology. Whereas as Fremantle to try and explain the invisible was much less tangible to those without a visible point of reference.
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