PLOT The sad story of how we got here blent and complex as soup Man O Day the old guy says pointing his finger at doom We turn to face him at the end of part one Mockingbird enters by voice only we think we hear words but they are not repeated (suspect mockingbirds of symbolism) Everything hinges on the third-from-last chapter and what we do to ourselves then to move toward the little dot we can only imagine
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