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It begins with a feeling… A feeling that something has fallen: like a vital bridge being destroyed.
As it develops, you sense the landscape being stretched, allowing forms of life alien to your own to enter the world.
And then you become conscious that there is a velocity, here – that we are all going somewhere we didn’t ask for. After a while you realise that the world is not only changing, but is being buffeted from the same place…
That place is the centre. The place from which the tearing winds are coming.
Soon, the low roar, the dull moaning, gain strength. They become a voice… and there is anger; an anger that won’t go away, like a wild beast dying.
By the time you see that, the whole world is moving, beginning to spin, tearing loose from everything you thought was…
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