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When other people are happy, I don’t have to worry about them. There is room for my happiness.
I was enjoying myself, but it was an insulated enjoyment. I was alone inside of it.
The past is a black hole, cut into the present day like a wound, and if you come too close, you can get sucked in. You have to keep moving.
Such a sound is mesmerizing. It comes into your body. Your breath syncs up with its rhythm. You can feel cells struggling, breaking down, or otherwise proliferating with overcompensating energy, engaging in mitosis and dividing and dividing.
He seemed to intuit the threshold of my ability to be social.
