Monday, February 13, 2012

Thousand: Six Hundred Fifty-Seven

meeting notes. Maybe there was something at the meeting about an impending change in the nature of reality? Might all the answers be in her cramped shorthand? It wouldn’t be the first time she wrote down what the teacher, the boss, or her mother said, without having really listened. The light continues to grow, and the girl can see the near wall curving gradually away before her and behind. Where she expects to see the far wall to appear, two or three arm’s lengths away, however, there is no wall, only more linoleum. She goes up on tiptoe. A few

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