
lead to now-here; it is not that other options vanish, they curl around each other, fusing, until the sum of all trajectories, every permutation of yes and no, right and wrong, action and inaction intersects at this moment. Lines radiate from a point, eventually curving back in a kind of cosmic Ouroboros. At the edge of all possible decisions, there is only the realisation that nothing goes anywhere and everything happens right here, as though this is the destination every banal struggle and every desperate day quietly conspires toward…
© KD.W.Heim
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