Raphus Press 2018
“, jumping from darkness to even more dense darkness,”
A story that is the smallest discretely published item of fiction I have so far reviewed, and so far, indeed, it never ends, a Zeno’s Paradox vision of what the title implies with his consciousness ever being the film itself projecting in a magnificently archetypal cinema. A projection, as extrapolation, of such an archetype. Never ends as I deliberately make myself fall short of finishing it. I have already glimpsed its last word, you see, or think I have done so. Real-time and gestalt are mutually contradictory possibilities, after all. Ever spoiling, spooling…
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