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time and space is a farce, a hackneyed play about out misconceived notions on the order of things. imagine a world in which time and space and the universe are merely a wafer thin gauze entombed around the planet; a paper bag surrounding a chaotic mess. split the sides and reveal an egg shell flat white primer waiting to be marked by dimension and depth. we are encased in the flat. there is nothing, and that is everything.