(Shuffled)
Shadow felt like a pea being flicked between three cups, or a card being shuffled through a deck.
(Worrying About What Is)
"This is the only country in the world," said Wednesday into the stillness, "that worries about what it is... the rest of them know what they are. No one ever needs to go searching for the heart of Norway. Or looks for the soul of Mozambique. They know what they are."
(Frozen Moments)
Shadow turned, slowly, streaming images of himself as he moved, frozen moments, each him captured in a fraction of a second, every tiny movement lasting for an infinite period.
(Sight, Touch, Memory)
All we have to believe with is our senses, the tools we use to perceive our world: our sight, our touch, our memory. If they lie to us, then nothing can be trusted.
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