1027 hrs. 5 May 1971. Ladbroke Grove. Space/time supply indicators near to zero. Our thoughts are losing depth; soon they will fold into each other, into flatness, into nothing but surface. Our ship will fold like a cardboard file and the noises of our mind compress into a disc of shining black, spinning in eternity...
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