As I descend the curved, marble staircase, all definition vanishes. No shadow, no edges. One long, vague descent of white. My footing is unsure. I freeze, panicked. Within the same moment I feel my chest constrict, the definition returns. I marvel for a moment; then I descend.

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About John D. Moore

Writer, cartoonist, filmmaker, and student of Japanese language, literature, and cinema at the University of Utah.

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