A tiny roadside shrine. A piece of manuscript paper. An LCD screen, a window frame, a bathtub. In these snippets of the mundane, it finds openings and slips in through the cracks. It s convenient to fear N, to despise it, to worship it...or to abandon thought altogether. And to arrive at N...is to plunge into the abyss.
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