The Empty Equation
The apartment smelled of old coffee and damp wallpaper, a scent that Mark associated with the purity of mathematics. Mark lived in a basement in Queens, a place where the roar of the subway overhead served as the only metronome for his life. He was a man of equations. To Mark, the world was not made of people and feelings, but of variables and constants. He viewed human interaction as a series...
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