Warlight
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People are not who or where we think they are. And there is someone who watches from an unknown location.
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all that kept her awake “were a few squares of chocolate and cold air from the open windows.”
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Remember that. Your own story is just one, and perhaps not the important one. The self is not the principal thing.”
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We passed industrial buildings, their lights muted, faint as stars, as if we were in a time capsule of the war years when blackouts and curfews had been in effect, when there was just warlight and only blind barges were allowed to move along this stretch of river.
Michael Brashier
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When you are uncertain about which way to go as a youth, you end up sometimes not so much repressed, as might be expected, but illegal, you find yourself easily invisible, unrecognized in the world.
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Just a youth looking towards something or someone. As if this was what I really was, perhaps would become, someone not intent on knowing himself but preoccupied with others. I recognized it even then as a truth. It was not a picture of me but about me.
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“The self is not the principal thing,”
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Years later when I heard he had died, I held up my glass and said, “Only in open fields.” I was alone in a restaurant when I said this.
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My nomadic school life had made me tactful as well as self-sufficient,
Michael Brashier
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not fond of confrontations. I avoided the schwer.
Michael Brashier
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We are foolish as teenagers. We say wrong things, do not know how to be modest, or less shy. We judge easily. But the only hope given us, although only in retrospect, is that we change. We learn, we evolve. What I am now was formed by whatever happened to me then, not by what I have achieved, but by how I got here.