Now, standing in the middle of a laboratory that was currently existing in three different states of renovation simultaneously, I realized I’d fallen through the floor.
When I finally opened my eyes, the world was singular again. The mug was just a mug. The door was just a door. But as I walked to my car, I didn't check the rearview mirror. I knew better than to look too closely at where I’d just been. Quantum mechanics. The theoretical minimum
"It’s not everything," Art had told me before the accident. "It’s just what you need to survive. The bare essentials. The floor beneath which reality stops making sense." Now, standing in the middle of a laboratory