I could reach for it, and look, and find nothing. I could find another person, a non-entity, some faceless corporation asking for money. I could find you. If I never look it could be anyone, anything. It could be you. I could hold it in my hand, feeling the pulse, waiting for another on a different day where I might happen to see who called. It could be nothing, my trousers grazing the side of my hairy leg. Damn these Austrians and their paradoxes. Damn it all to hell.
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