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The Reductions

04/28/2026 14:58h
Let’s go out and buy something. In the sun. No, let’s stay home and make something, the sun floods the room. It could be green, on paper. It could be money. That’s the way to create new matter. That’s how I detach boats from moorings—my boat, my mooring— the harbor shallow in low tide skiff propelled over buffeting sands flats on sheer puissance.