[null],

there’s no time for apologies. none of that matters now.

whatever you felt was coming is here. yesterday. all at once. words, dates, symbols, ciphers, coordinates. breaching my mind, pouring through the cracks, spreading like a wildfire.

for a moment i’ll think i understand it. fixated on a fragment. a number. worship, fire in the woods. pigments: flames, people, running. darkness.

i think back to the elk. my first message to you. my fabricated life. i wish i never got that on tape. i wish i could have kept the lights off.

where do i have to go to get this out of my head?

have i sealed my fate?

[null]

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