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[NARRATION]
Falling upward, Jill and I stare blankly into the car’s interior panel
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Our brains are left dry, with nothing. So they go to sleep.
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Time would revert to a dimensionless value at the fold, and cease to exist until the twisty shape re-opened
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A tectonic shift between two or more spatial “plates”, along a sub-visual fault, within some higher dimension.
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At dawn on March 24, 1950, the offices of the Central Council of Physical Recreation at Burnwood House were presented with a series of curious packages: 72 banded, wooden crates, laden with some 45 tons of radioactive snow
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One needs two eyes to see in three dimensions. Likewise, one needs two minds to read in stereo.
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True four-dimensional photography either is, was, or will be actualized.
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You are on Abnormala.
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No, this isn’t crazy. It’s my life, all the time. Everywhere I go.
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[NARRATION]
Falling upward, Jill and I stare blankly into the car’s interior panel
more »
Our brains are left dry, with nothing. So they go to sleep.
more »
Time would revert to a dimensionless value at the fold, and cease to exist until the twisty shape re-opened
more »
A tectonic shift between two or more spatial “plates”, along a sub-visual fault, within some higher dimension.
more »
At dawn on March 24, 1950, the offices of the Central Council of Physical Recreation at Burnwood House were presented with a series of curious packages: 72 banded, wooden crates, laden with some 45 tons of radioactive snow
more »
One needs two eyes to see in three dimensions. Likewise, one needs two minds to read in stereo.
more »
True four-dimensional photography either is, was, or will be actualized.
more »
You are on Abnormala.
more »
No, this isn’t crazy. It’s my life, all the time. Everywhere I go.
more »