You are already standing in the center of a sphere you cannot see.
For forty years, I had lived inside the prison of my own eyes. I knew my wife’s smile from the front, but never the gentle curve of her neck when she thought I wasn't looking. I knew my own hands from above, but never the fierce grip of them from below, as if they were climbing a rope. The Portal 360 offered the one thing humanity had never truly possessed: portal 360
360 degrees of time.
It began as a glitch in the periphery. A shimmer, no larger than a coin, hovering in the dead center of my living room. But within a week, it had grown to the size of a doorway. They called it the Portal 360 —not because it was a circle, but because it saw everything. You are already standing in the center of
At first, it was intoxicating. I watched myself argue. From the ceiling’s vantage, my anger looked small—a tiny, hunched mammal making noises. From the floor’s vantage, my feet looked tired, rooted to the carpet like ancient trees. I learned more about myself in an hour than in a lifetime of introspection. I knew my own hands from above, but
Close your eyes. Turn around slowly.
The Portal 360 isn't a door. It’s a reminder. We spend our lives thinking the truth is straight ahead. But the truth is the thing you never see coming—because it’s already behind you, above you, beneath your feet, and living in the blind spot of your own heart.
