Where does a mind go when the body is a cage? He walks a path worn into the floorboards not by footsteps, but by relentless thought. Each turn is a new paragraph; each pass, a line reread. The room is a vacuum, holding only the faint city glow and the universe unfolding in his hands. He is not here. He is lost in another time, another argument, another life printed in black ink. His world has s...
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