Labyrinth of Ninety Ships
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It was in the vast, sea-like archives of the Port Authority that I first noticed the ninety ships. Not because of their number—countless vessels ply the Pacific—but because of an almost perfect, unsettling symmetry. They numbered exactly ninety, no more, no less, forever maintaining this count like fixed pieces on a chessboard, traversing nearly identical routes from some colossal port in the East towards the distant West Coast of America. Then, with hardly a delay, they returned along another precisely calculated, slightly different course. Day after day, year after year.