Linda: Attention Space Station N16: transmitting love signals from the center of the cosmos.
Ron: There is no space station there: just a drop of shining goo.
Ram: There is no goo either: just the play of imagination.
Lily: Different people see different things. I see a split-second of time against a backdrop of ancient stars.
Lex: Microscopic cell division isn't so different. Who knows? The whole event might be inconceivably brief.
Transience - an art work by T Newfields

Transcience

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