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17 January 1996

Fifty-Five Degrees Fifty-Seven Minutes North,
Three Degrees Thirteen Minutes West

I saw the path to reality down a steep stairwell off a busy Edinburgh street. Or maybe I didn't; things are rarely what they're labeled. (I can't remember ever seeing a work marketed as "fine art" that was either fine or art.)

I was very close to discovering the nature of reality, but decided to have a beer instead. It was not a difficult choice.

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