The First Multiplicity
When something is no longer just one thing
There’s a moment when something you’ve come to understand doesn’t feel like it belongs to a single place anymore.
Not because it spread.
Not because it was copied.
It just… doesn’t feel like “one” anymore.
You don’t see it become more.
You don’t see it divide.
And still, it’s not just in one place.
That’s when things start to feel different.
Because you can’t point to it anymore.
You can’t say where it is.
It just… is.
And somehow, that’s enough.
Read the full poem and analysis tomorrow 31st: https://alkonda.com/2026/03/31/the-first-multiplicity/
— Al Konda