There is a singular point at which we are not one thing or another. Or rather we are both. Alive and dead.
And in that moment between the two binaries, sometimes, just sometimes,
we turn ourselves into a Schrödinger’s cat who may not only be alive or dead
but may be every quantum possibility that exists in line with the universal wave function,
including the possibility where we are chatting in a communal kitchen in Longyearbyen at one in the morning...
Nora was taking all this in. She thought of Volts, still and lifeless under the bed and lying by the side of the road.
But sometimes the cat is just dead and dead.“Sorry?”
Nothing. It’s just... my cat died. And I tried another life and even in that one he was still dead.
That’s sad. I had a similar situation with a Labrador. But the point is, there are others like us.
I have lived so many lives, I have come across a few of them.
Sometimes just to say your own truth out loud is enough to find others like you.
It’s crazy to think that there are other people who could be... what did you call us? Sliders?
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