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August is a run in with destiny at its furthest.
You are the one staring at what the future holds. So why are you surprised when it holds it just a little tighter? If here feels familiar, you must be new.
There, only the sound you make. When, a carol you can't recall. Why, a stinking notary, you can barely stand (to be around.) How,
Select Object X, an object that represents your future. It can be purchased or already owned.
Place Object X in a location in your home exactly M feet away, where M is the number of months since your birthday.
Once a day, you may approach Object X and hover your hand over it. Select one word to complement Object X.
If you touch Object X, or come within a foot of it outside your one permitted hover, you must immediately sit on the floor and say the complementary word the same number of times as feet away from Object X.
Do this for one week.
On the final day, pick up Object X and hide it in the place you look the least in your home.
If, and only if, you seek it out, not accidentally find it, note that day and email me with the line: "I have Object X."
Use your complementary word as the subject. I will tell you what to do next.
Indefinitely, you are not permitted to swim. Feel only as if you are floating. This will teach you a particular type of walk that will move you toward the distant object.
The code to this walk is Qosnsgnr Lru Kscngoqr Yrlfroqr! Tgnqa Ogwkxsnr Oszi hxki Naszvakkv! Nakkcr Hor Nagxgqnrx Oxki Oszi nk Tgjr Ft Dc Lrpn Kgm! Xrxhrqn Par Tgzj!
The impediment is spatial, pressure of isotropy.
August is making a phone call and hearing the space between you more than who you're talking to. The distance is louder than the conversation. The reality of the distance supersedes the closeness the tech provides.
Coming to terms with omni-distance forges a new path to closeness, one that, at the start, has nothing to do with relating and everything to do with reconfiguring your own gravity.Ā
An amalgamation of attempts has fashioned itself around you. You can no longer touch without a trail of forgotten finishing touches trailing from behind. You are not ghostlike, but animated by a different hand now. The command OUTRUN.exe has been permanently deleted.
You haven't left the city in months.
August is spatial stupidity.
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Ā Ā Hide what you're gonna do (about it.)
Heavy is the head.
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