... in Minor Epiphanies

  • March 8, 2019, 12:09 p.m.
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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. Anyone could be anyone there. Anyone could wear any face, familiar or strange, and no one can figure it out.


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