The Hole at the Heart of the World

The temple is empty. That’s the point.

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“I open this awful machine. To nothing.” — Bonnie ‘Prince’ Billy, ‘Heart’s Arms’

How long has this been going on?

Waking bleary-eyed and cotton-mouthed. Empty bottles clinking with every stumbling step. Pulling open the blinds to swear at the sun and beat a clumsy retreat, one hand raised in a…