Conditional Reality

First of all, clocks don’t run backwards, memory is not hope, and the future has its own foreign grammar. But forget all that and let’s cut to the chase: do you really want to know when and how you will die? Some knowledge wants to hide behind unbreachable walls. You attack them with sledge hammers. That bounce off. Try to burrow into them like termites, who don’t know much but know enough to spit out what they can’t digest. There is numbing knowledge that only hurts you. Saddens you before your time, blurred by what you should have left unseen.

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