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History written on the flesh.
sophisticated technological constructs,
Somebody studied your résumé and made a judgment that you can handle it.” “Handle funerals?” “Handle … whatever.” She clenched her fists on the steering wheel, drew a deep breath. “Whatever.”
“moral responsibility”
moral dimension,
come to terms with everyday unhappiness.
Now he felt out of his depth.
Instead, while he’d been laying the stones of his church and dozing happy in his hammock, she was in pain.
I also needed to see these things WITH you, or else be spared from seeing them at all.
I’m watching a high-resolution video clip that was recorded with a micro-camera hidden in somebody’s hat-brim or whatever, and yet the technology of life-saving is straight from the Stone Age!
The real question for the bystanders of tragedy is “Where are WE in all this?”
sirwal
Sabah, Malaysia,
Kamelia,
the Aziz Dam in Pakistan,
undiagnosed diabetes.
“May went off her medication, committed suicide,
found work as a tour guide.
We are souls shut inside a cage of bones;
We get to hang around in there for a certain number of years,
one thing’s for sure: it’s somewhere, and it’s not here.”
your body won’t let you down anymore, and you don’t need insulin and you don’t crave nicotine, and nobody betrays your trust, and every mystery you racked your brains about is clear as day now, and every hurt you ever suffered is OK now,
I want to talk specifics with you.
Give me some names, some particulars.
Details, details.
Each of the two buildings fed into each other, providing the energy to catch the water, providing the water to generate the energy.
Oh, if only a few of these Big Brassieres could be installed in famine-ravaged countries like Angola and Sudan!
heliostats—
It was true he felt no anger, but he felt disturbingly little of anything else either,
Bad things were happening to the world in general all the time, it seemed.
honor and contentment were hard to capture on film.