It's what life is. It's a series of rooms. And who we get stuck in those rooms with adds up to what our lives are.
How does your voice sound like an empty room?
Can your hear yourself?
My room now... No sun, no fresh air. Grey. Lifeless.
Anechoic room. Can you hear me?
Visualize your chain of rooms; shapes, colors, feelings.
Identify discontinuities. Draw a line. How does it look like?
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