The Assault on the Poles Continues
Non-linearity has a face. And it’s already melting.
You’re walking down a city street when a ghost passes through you — the exact perfume your first love wore. For one dizzying second, the unexpected scent bomb turns you 18 again, heartbroken and hopeful, standing on their doorstep in the rain. Then a bus hisses, yanking you back into a…
