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One day you will wish for a storm to wash everything away. But the storm has already come and gone. You are still where you’ve always been, tethered to the earth, exactly where you began and wi...
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Debris everywhere. Most of it flammable. But then the wet underlayer, the sudden slippage as they try to run across it, the sudden fall.
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Take hold of the fruit of knowledge. It’s the big peach with the tough skin that keeps the insects out. Until the peach falls. And then the rotting begins, and the swarm arrives.
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The earth tilts away from you, lets you stagger and fall. But the incline can be managed. The steepest peak has steps carved into it. The spin can also be managed, has handholds within reach i...
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An illusory world. Everyone in it, fabricated. Each entity creates itself, breathes life into itself, generates its own narrative. It is up to each to interpret that world, however in error. ...
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Something is flying toward you, and something is flying away. Too quickly to see.
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A black curtain slamming down. The black curtain of space. Or a black wall made of stone that you can’t see until you run into it.
