The Wistful Crossroads
You dream of the line. It is a perfect, white suture. It cuts the landscape in half. You stand on the side of order. You hold the baton. You are the perimeter. The other side is chaos. The other side is noise. You know this because you have measured it. You know the tension in the wire. You know the frequency of the hum. It is a technical truth. It is the only truth that matters. You wake in...
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