HTTP ERROR 401

WIRES GET CROSSED

MESSAGES CONFUSED

WHEN IT HAPPENS ONLINE WE GENERALLY GET THE 401

HTTP Error 401 Unauthorized

WHEN IT HAPPENS IN OUR BRAINS

THE BEST YOU CAN DO TO REFRESH IS BREATHE

IN AND OUT

RECONNECT THE LEFT TO THE RIGHT

OPEN YOU EYES AND HOPE TO MAKE SENSE OF IT ALL

LEFT

I am not a maths test, or a scientist. I am not a mathematician or a perfectly linear graph. I am the way you know how to colour inside of the lines and not fall off your bicycle after the second time. I am the reason why you can smile eighteen different smiles. The reason you can hold a book in your hands and play soccer for the first time is because of me. I am how you can play with puzzle pieces and remember the name of your barista. I am the one who lets you win at poker and checkers. I am vocabulary and verbose because I can be. I am analytical and you depend on me to decode sequences and complicated texts. I am how you can exchange a look with someone. I am probability and your best bet on learning their name. I am how you get up in the morning and go to sleep to late sometimes. I am seconds and minutes and hours and day and months and years. I am how you made time. I am how you know it runs out.

RIGHT

I am not an artist or dancer that is on television. I am the vibration through your fingertips in clinking wine glasses. I am the reason you smile eighteen different smiles while listening to one piece of music. The reason you can yearn for something is because of me. I am the muse of who you want to be- every penny you've ever thrown in a fountain is my body. I am swimming in the ocean for the first time and getting salt up your nose. I am stepping on an abandoned snail shells and preferring the green lollipop over the orange. I am the reason you fill a blank page with everything you've ever felt. I am the movements in your cheeks and thighs when you race down hills. I am why you are able to be excited on Christmas. I am the reason why you want to travel to Italy and Greece and Iceland and Brazil and Germany. I am how you perceive the world. I am not time. I am how you know you'll never have enough of it. 

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