I've been dreaming lately of pop-up books.
It's a little thing, but it's been happening consistently for weeks now, I've realized. Each time I turn a corner and fine a book sitting on a table, and when I pause to open it something amazing bursts into being. What it is I can't seem to remember, and cursory research provides no interpretation.
Still, I think that those pop-up books are the point of something, something out of sight and yet only just around the corner.
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