Portal 360 File

My wife found me on the third day, sitting cross-legged in front of the shimmer. "You're disappearing," she said. I turned to look at her—really look, with just my two flawed, human eyes. And for a split second, I saw her through the portal’s periphery: from the angle of the first time we met, and the angle of the last time we would ever fight, and the angle of her tears at a funeral that hadn't happened yet.

The government called it a surveillance nightmare. The philosophers called it the death of the self. I called it the answer. portal 360

Welcome to the 360° view.