What if we’re one giant puzzle, one jigsaw spread across 8 billion pieces, what if all our pieces fit? What if we’re a single photograph spilled onto a single piece of cardboard, precisely cut into twisting shapes, boxed, then shaken vigorously until well mixed and unrecognizable? What if we’re an Escher drawing, the geometry of one thing turning into swans that finally fly away right at the end? What if we were made to fit together, if only we could find our way back to the other halves we were cut from?
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