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Now: in my head, I heard the two of you arguing. Really! I saw your Tumblr avatars: smoking Matt, sepia Jace, and heard your voices. You were arguing over what my decision should be given the symbolism of the structure.
Jace, you argued that it was obviously a modernist monstrosity, an overarching system of meaning impregnable to man, oppressively symmetrical, and stupid, stupid, stupid; thus, descending into it was an un-survivable mistake. I would never escape a modernist system.
Matt, you argued that there was a door at the bottom because no system was complete, even on its own terms. You made other argument I can’t remember, and joked a lot and tried to reassure me.
Mills’ flattering and most excellent description of a recent dream.
