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THE PAGE IS A UNIT OF TIME

Three dimensions are plenty.

Privacy wants to make the house cover its obligations.

Ghosts are givens.

The default settings are the world.

Quiet is a commodity.

Marbles going down the track; water falling down the sides of the mountain.

I hear someone I respect say something stupid, or worse, dated -- pain in my chest.

I make a sound; who would think of that as an intervention?