Jace: UGHHHHHH

For as long as you can remember, you’ve known what people were thinking.  You don’t force the locks on the minds of the people around you, rifle through their sulci for spare secrets like a common burglar, no, they’ve simply always been open to you. You can refuse to go deeper, you can attempt to distract yourself, but the surface thoughts of every entity for miles would still form the psychic white noise that lulls you to sleep and counsels your waking. You admit to finding a REPREHENSIBLE COMFORT in the inability to look away from the base machinery that composes the citizenry of this strange plane, in memorizing their loops and rhythms. In how gear-like, interlocking, they compose new stories even when removed from the old textual machinery, and how these stories can be so easily predicted.

You have long been fond of Bravo for the arrhythmicity he introduces to this otherwise decided model you occupy. An irreconcilability with the world on the part of the individual is an invaluable quality in those who would accompany he that so naturally pursues such inhumane allegories. A seemingly errant gear to remind you that, of course, these are not gears after all, and you should feel ashamed for ever thinking so.

All this, of course, loses its charm when for the first time in six years you find yourself experiencing something as impossible as surprise. Annihilation is something you foresee, and being so seen something easily avoided by gentle course correction. For it to get the better of you, to sneak up unawares, is unprecedented. For the first time in your life, you are not in the mood to process such choice grist as his in the analytic mill, to suffer the sudden hang ups and evasive posturing, to hear out his Arthur Miller infused rambles on why humans create tragedy.

That soothing hum of the system now grinds at something like your ears with the sudden halting of hundreds of terrified gears, and the joining of his voice to this chorus, though faint with distance, threatens to invite yours as well.

You need to know where he is. 

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