Quantum. Dystopias.

∝ I sit and stare at a fixed point in space. this space is abstract. made up of millions of possibilities. of atoms. of light. and numbers. the longer I stare, the more fixated I become.

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inevitably, the point becomes as real, as the rest of me. part of my reality. my identity. my truth. and my lie. I can no longer turn back, or look away

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Quantum. Dystopias. / 2017 / Naccarato