The Absurdity of Dust

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Arthur lived in a white cube of an apartment on the 42nd floor of a tower in Midtown Manhattan. The walls were a sterile, blinding white; the furniture was a collection of geometric shapes that served no purpose other than to look expensive. He lived with his mother and two aunts, three women who had become as static and colorless as the walls around them. Outside, the world was ending. Not...

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