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As he expressed these ideas he followed them with his eyes, watching them gallop away to the place where they made sense.
Here the sea is warm, like a bath. It’s dark, not so blue, more like black, a lustrous black. You wade out into it until you can’t. You swim out farther until you can’t. Then it takes you.
Information was an onion, to be peeled back in layers.