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The images continue to arrive. Blurred, obscured, and strategically censored, but images from the future nonetheless. Sometimes I feel as if I’m being shown something, a parallel path through the possibilities of time and space, and a meaning to my own grim incarceration. Am I meant to discover something, perhaps?
I am compelled to post my theorems on Facebook and Twitter, and to encourage others to do the same.
What madness is this?
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