Bizarre Writing Prompt #6

Chasing demons through the labyrinthine passages of your iridescent mind, you discover that the self is nothing more than a wood block carved by the turning of the world like a lathe. Try as you might, you cannot stop the lathe, only adjust the depths to which it carves you, the parts of the block of the self that are cut.

Now, write your story.

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