The Unwritten
She wants to immerse herself into the innumerable forms of DNA sequences of the entire jungle, even the parts that creep slow from unsuspecting places. Suzi could be approaching a new phase; she could be, during these times of stretching her capabilities--collecting data in ways anything but routine--classified as living on the edge (the edge of what?). What she has learned in the wilderness is more significant than any written word; it signifies the natural world (the remainder of which is attempting to be preserved) contains unique codes of knowledge in unwritten ways: its effortless intermingling construes reality in thought streams. Nothing is for sure, though it seems probable, and even likely, that natural drifts of ancient ruins have been here all this time, with Suzi the prisoner, the prisoner of her own need to be perfect. And the jungle with its own symphony going on inside its head, so naive, that for eons attempted to shine as if in its own master class out here in the middle of nowhere, will enjoy life after the written languages (along with their primitive ways) have endured their final death.
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