“The city lights faltered in their blaze when compared to the teetotum’s sheen,” one amongst the forty-seven witnesses attending the rooftop bar that night would later testify to a room full of reporters from local to international the story of the “Unbending Top,” as mainstream social media consensus dubbed the object, which had obviously been planted, though not as a joke, it became soon evident, and by whom or what organization, that proved less evident still, for in the strange, long years that followed, nothing truly came of observing the shiny mirror-paned top of perpetual revolution except a quiet fascination that pulled onlookers into a dreamy, wild-eyed solitude of the self so seemlessly without effort that one felt at once sick and free.
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