The Loop on Highway 66
The car has been driving for a very long time. It does not know how long. Time, for a consciousness that has no body, is not measured in hours or days or years. It is measured in repetitions. The repetition of a stretch of highway. The repetition of a curve in the road. The repetition of a memory that loops back on itself like a snake eating its tail, over and over, until the original event has...
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