The continent

March 24, 2011 at 7:35 am Leave a comment

The parabolas of the object were what took him first, the swoop of daesin, the way presence persisted after the object had been removed, it rrearranged cartesian planes of experience, he quietly took a photo of the parabolas and began to sketch equations into the tablet, janice had jotted down another daesin in the vicinity, just by the peaked arcs, the sunflare of rises planes, he could identify that same presence there, the object and its peculair persistence in memory. He needed a soft drink.

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How haunted? The continent

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