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Listened to this tonight while walking slowly around my favorite urban green patch, the nearby Victorian cemetery. Full moon beaming through quick blankets of clouds, bare gingkos and tulip poplars and sycamores scraping. The sycamores are my favorite winter tree right now. So tortured, bone-white limbs caught mid-spasm, flailing every direction, frozen skeletons of flames.

Someone suggested we make our next Scientific Animists meetup a labyrinth. Your post confirmed it for me. Here's the invite; still finalizing the time but I published it so I could share with you. You get linked prominently. https://partiful.com/e/vm0GE5wieMhUs6c2tswz

I hope you asked those two dudes what they were doing. Doesn't seem rude at all! Seems friendly. If asked the right way.

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That walk sounds so, so beautiful. And sycamores! I haven't seen those in a long time.

Wow, I wish I could go to that meetup. The questions you're asking about "how" seem so core: "Looping past each other over and over, trying to maintain our interiority, seems hard. Or maybe we all just need to practice and figure it out?" It's almost like that could lead to the existential questions of human coexistence. How do we share this space?

I didn't ask them. I was trying to think of how to phrase so it wouldn't sound demanding like "WTF are you doing in the lake?!" but I was actually starting to get so cold and damp that the importance faded for me. But if I see them again I'll ask! Very curious. This is a hugely popular family beach and swimming area in the summer, so maybe looking for dropped and lost valuables? Or tiny crayfish, which I know life in the lake.

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