Wan-Sze: Nothing seems memorable here . . .
Kasim: That's your experience. Can you be sure of others?
Nadia: (ignoring the conversation) Didn't I order a cup of coffee?
Kasim: . . . We have every right to speak for ourselves, but not of others.
Wan-Sze: That's only partly true. Each day we rely on decisions by others without our knowledge or consent.
Will: We never speak entirely for ourselves: our individuality sprouts from and merges back into a collective awareness.
Nadia: (lost in her own train of thought) I'm pretty sure it was a cappuccino . . .

Crystal Memory - a pictoal poem by T Newfields
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