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A voice inside his head whispers, You are alone and it’s probably your fault, and the daylight wanes.
“what’s round, on fire, and covered with trash?”
the littlest streams, high on the mountain, small enough to dam with your hand, would eventually join the river, and that the river, though quick and violent, was but a drop in the eye of the great Ocean that encircles all the lands of the world, and contains every dream everyone has ever dreamed.
His longing is such that Rex’s absence becomes something like a presence, a scalpel left behind in his gut.
“Some stories,” she says, “can be both false and true at the same time.”
Sometimes the things we think are lost are only hidden, waiting to be rediscovered.
Why is it so hard to transcend the identities assigned to us when we were young?
he feels fully awake, as though the curtains have been ripped off the windows of his mind: what he wants to do is here, right in front of him.
if you read to the end you will become like us, free of desire…
Forgetting, he is learning, is how the world heals itself.
