"Writing had softened and lost the outlines of printed alphabet, and become.. like a jelly of meaning, then even thinner and more mobile, flowing faster and faster, until it reached me at the speed of thinking, and I could not entirely distinguish the suggestions it was making from my own thoughts. In fact, writing had ceased to be a thing - an object in the world - and become a medium, a substance you look through"
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