He arose laden with doubt as to how he should begin. He looked back at the bed where the grindstone lay. He looked out at the world, the most famous experimental prison of its time. Beyond the torture stakes he could see, nothing. Yet he could see.
“It is not that I have no past. Rather, it continually fragments on the terrible and vivid ephemera of now.”
Samuel R. Delany
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