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Jason Schneiderman

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Sublimation Point
04/28/2026 14:58h
for M.B. The answer is entropy—how smell works— little bits of everything—always spinning off from where they were—flying off at random into the world—which is to say into air. There are other ways of solid to gas— they’re substance specific, like iodine, or dry ice—how I felt when I saw you— straight to a new state without passing through expected ones—as though enough of me left at the moment you appeared that I could never be whole without you—apply heat—I turn straight into ether.

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