Status Updates From Ratner's Star

In the city of the elect they had passed across the porticos…to cells equipped…to decode the symbol of the twelve-faced universe...They'd had to confront the terror of the irrational, this everlasting slit in the divinity of whole numbers. Subdivide the continuous motion of a point. No common measure this side of madness...Nothing corresponds. Something eludes. Screech and claw of the inexpressible.

Jeg sitter bare og leser, men jeg får fint lite ut av det :/

like eating a very rare steak — delicious, but chewy. One chapter at a time.