I Am Nothing, who believes it is something
Phreddie, submerged within the Iktoo vision, had gracefully moved through the night. He knew nothing and everything. He moved with an individualistic unity that spiders know. With the light, Phreddie paused — let go. He was only himself, and he was alone. They looked through the lens onto the world. The lenses appeared as antenna or as the dot of…
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Guardians. George had observed their patterns. Guardians, like spiders, make webs. “Not webs, they don’t make webs,” George reminded himself. “They are the web.” Guardians are web-like. They are the strands of silk that catch. George continued to remind himself of this detail. As he walked the path to the edge of the circle. He tried to counter the Induction…
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George awoke that day without a thought. Without thoughts to confuse him, he did what people of great purpose do — he left home. As George closed the door to his bedroom, a singing voice refrained, “Tell us what you see — Far away forgotten Lands where empires have turned back to sand.” Wincing at the picture of his Induction…
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Morning sun spread across the lens revealing a renewed pattern of crossed silk strands. They gazed through the lens, sight obtained, and recorded. The lens looked toward a four-lane highway, vehicles moving east and west. Peering through the silky strands, vehicles were pointed east, toward the lens. As they sped to and passed, the sun lowered itself and created the…
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