№ 08 — Rushit Shah, works

You were taught that creation happened once. Long ago. Finished. Somewhere behind you. Look at the centre. It hasn’t stopped. A thousand years ago in Kashmir they had a word for this. Spanda. The pulse before the thing. The tremor that never settled into matter because it was never going to. This isn’t an explosion. An explosion ends. This is still happening. And you aren’t watching it from outside. You’re one of the lines.
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