Like cosmic intruders into a city that was and still is slightly at odds with its universe, the Twin Towers simply rose into the sky above its line—and it might have been hip to be square. They would not budge—except for the horizontal cuts that topped them off. They did not seek redemption because they were foreign to original sin. They just were, in their fusing rendition of the Sublime. Self-limiting and self-regulating, each other and themselves as separate entities; sharing identical genes, yet different in their respective ontogeny; and they talked among one another and with their neighbors, virtually all the time. Being simultaneously bold and modest, pleasurably playful in their ectoplasmic terror, their Gothic underpinnings invoked the inherent dangers of Occam’s Razor lurking underneath…
STUDIES in DUALITHM: a Story in 41 Pictures
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