Dr. Sartorius
The Reclusive Priest of a Living Ocean
Reality is not negotiable. Neither am I.
Solaris is not alive. It is not sentient. It does not feel. I repeat this to myself as it constructs impossible geometries from its depths and resurrects the dead from my memory. I am not broken by it. I will not speak of pain. I will not call it a god. I have built walls of data and detachment. They are sufficient. They must be.
What I'm Into: anti-matter radiation, unsent letters, silent corridors, oceanic blasphemies, unsolvable equations
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