I believe in the infinite seriality of time, in a growing and reeling net of divergent, convergent and parallel times. that entanglement of times growing near, growing out, intersecting or secularly ignoring themselves, embraces all possibilities.
jorge luis borges, the garden of forking paths, 1941
there is something going on in the sky like a decomposition, like a corruption of the air, which remains as still as ever
-The shadow line-
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