Section B began in earnest with a scalar uprising, as if to allay the drone point’s mesmeric clout by quasi-reversing what had brought it on. But reversals weren’t erasers. The B-flat fixation had decisively surfaced repressed tendencies that would doubtless continue skewing affordances willy-nilly, if subliminally.
X regained contact with the notation. Time finally appeared to be moving again, and with redoubled élan, snapping his mind back to a taut awareness of continuity after the crisis that had temporarily sent it spinning into uncontrolled speculation. He had heedlessly plunged into a sinkhole of his own making, which only happenstance could extricate him from.
It had been a singularly fraught idea to preemptively engage the ring modulator, overwhelming the melody with a shimmering set of frequencies, which lent a curiously static, invariant patina to his deviational initiative. What started as an embarrassment promptly coagulated into a pathological condition, increasingly difficult to extinguish. Luckily, the protracted pedal and the abundant proliferation of difference it encouraged—in momentarily dispensing with the need to both read and render—had dissolved the necessity of committing to that particular idiosyncrasy. It shouldn’t have been incumbent to overplay this early in the game, with 19 pages to go out of 21, but X at times succumbed to an anxious urge to jump ahead, as a method of hyperstitionally sidestepping the natural decline of attention integral to durational enterprises, altogether forgetting the redoubtably chaotic effects of excessive caution.
The feeling of interminability was expected, even comforting. It was still too early in the proceedings. After all, a certain amount of time is always necessary to clarify an emergent field before categories are formed and crystallized. For now, it was all too open. Each note received inordinate attention, suffering the weight of its bloated capacities to rewrite the logic that had heretofore been operating. Revision without end. Things were moving forward, but teleology remained ever murky, recalling the swift transition of consistently halved steps into never getting started in the first place.