Gradually it dawned on him that no one there was part of anyone else's world. They all occupied the same space but did not occupy it together. Imagine a thousand leaves of tracing paper, each with one person lightly penciled on it, all stacked atop a scene of a frozen city block. A thousand discrete and solitary realities that appear to be occurring in the same location.
Sunday, May 25, 2014
S. - Ship of Theseus - Pg 376
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