the theory of universal wavefunction
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It was difficult to know where to begin. She could perhaps try to pinpoint a time. Fix it in aspic, hold it in words. But really it began with her. It was how she was. Right from the start she had lived in parallel; for as long as she could remember (and how could it be otherwise? ) her worlds had numbered two. It wasn’t as distinct as inner and outer, as separate as internal or external. It couldn’t be described as a form of uchronia because the two worlds bled together indistiguishably at times. Perhaps duplicity and secrecy were their common features, she could never be quite sure. Sometimes, looking back it was hard to remember whether an event had happened in one place or the other. Nothing was clear-cut, there was no divide between real and imagined. Memory was a trickster and she loved him for it. He blended worlds over time, married circumstances, juxtaposed images both seen and conjured. And so it was that a swollen Autumn moon and a percolated walk over empty fields went hand in hand when perhaps they had never met at all.
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