Without investigation, there was no telling whether the world Rock found himself in was the real thing or merely a product of some website. He had already been through several of those, each easily distinguishable from either of the two bedrooms in which he most commonly awoke.
Rock was fully aware of the snares of internet life, the way their complexity at first appealed but later so fully consumed him and everything in and around his life that there was no escape.
After a moment, Rock knew his back bedroom floor was no longer composed of the wet, slick clay he and a friend had encountered the day before at Little Rock's Hindman Park. Everything looked in place.
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