A very low tone

For several days then it preoccupied her, this idea that at each moment she was branching into two of herself, then each of these into still others. One afternoon she sat very quietly in their living room, trying to see if she could feel it on her skin, all of that atomic splitting. At first she felt nothing, but after keeping very still for a while and thinking of nothing but her body in space, she became aware of something only just perceptible, like a very, very low tone, a kind of agitation in her depths. Could this be it? she wondered. Could this be the vibration of all that branching?

Her last thought before she pulled herself up and out of this dark meditation was of an infinite universe of X’s in which she could never hope to locate herself.

The Italian Novel

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