Failure weaves its own universe, as invisibly and silently as a spider weaves its web

There may be fleeting moments when you catch the change as it happens, a slither of your view changing colour or a straight line bending ever so sloghtly.

You pay no attention to it or if you do, you forget about it the next day.

And then you wake up one day and walk out the door and you do not perceive how twisted your world has become, how utterly warped from what it used to be.

When someone asks, you shrug and ask them back.

You say what do they mean?

You say that it has always been like this.

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