“I don’t think it’s a mirror of the entire tangle. Just each individual line.” “What? Katia, what the fuck? How does that make sense?” “Just think of every line as a noodle, and the track is on the outside of the noodle. And there’s another track on the opposite side of the same noodle. And think of the abyss as a fork stuck into the middle of the bowl that has been turned a few times.
