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Here is the problem: Hunter doesn’t know what to do with his hands.
He wouldn’t even know what to do with his hands.
that first & last line parallel ... i feel it in my blood like caffeine.
it's that good ouroboros lore, it's the feeling that your decisions have already been pre-made, far before you, beyond you? how the story is already set, long before you'd ever even taken a breath?
if your narrative isn't an endless loop, doing spirals around spirals until the entire thing a a parallel of itself, a parable of it's own telling, what're you even doing, u know?