#0025. Here is a glimpse at the things from another world and another time. Vaguely alive, of course, no longer even vaguely. Bottled and pickled. This is what he was looking for. Meaning. The combination of cells and amino acids and that ephemeral quality of what it means to be alive. They are here, stored away, tucked away. Don't tap on the glass.
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