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NB those pointing fingers, drawing attention to a pee-stain and an Irritated Clerk Comment about what happened one night in about 1420:

“Hic non defectus est, sed cattus minxit desuper nocte quadam. Confundatur pessimus cattus qui minxit super librum istum in nocte Daventrie, et consimiliter omnes alii propter illum. Et cavendum valde ne permittantur libri aperti per noctem ubi cattie venire possunt.” "This is not an error, but the place where a cat peed from above one night. Confusion to that worst of cats who peed upon this book in the night at Deventer (city in the Netherlands) and because of him, all others likewise. And take care not to let books be open by night where cats are able to get at them."

I need to brush my teeth

“The greatest hazard of all, losing one’s self, can occur very quietly in the world, as if it were nothing at all." Søren Kierkegaard, The Sickness Unto Death (1849)

You will be dearly missed. 🩷

He’s imagined his reunion with Dale Cooper perhaps a thousand times in the past couple years. Cursing the man out is secondary to the desire to hold him again, to smell the coffee on his breath and kiss those soft lips.

The first thing he notices as he stands there, in close proximity to the man: he doesn’t smell like Cooper.

Albert Rosenfield meets Mr. C, several years after Dale Cooper’s disappearance. They spark a strange, violent relationship. The universe ripples, and Albert stands in the center of it all.