There’s a point. At 7.000 RPM. Where everything fades. […] That’s where you meet it. You feel it coming. It creeps up on you, close in your ear. It asks you a question. The only question that matters. Who are you?
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There’s a point. At 7.000 RPM. Where everything fades. […] That’s where you meet it. You feel it coming. It creeps up on you, close in your ear. It asks you a question. The only question that matters. Who are you?