Stewart

I helped build the machine that sees all time—past, present, future, all locked in place. I understand its logic, but it doesn’t comfort me. Watching people live out their fates, knowing what’s coming and still pretending like it matters—that’s my life now. I ask the questions no one wants to hear: What do we do with this? Should we do anything? And if everything’s fixed, why can’t I stop looking for a crack?