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As I turned and surveyed the gate and the fences beside it, I saw the fences suddenly transform into thick walls, standing tall, top-tufted with barbed wire and broken bottles, arms widespread to restrain and contain and limit. I wanted no more limits; only those I set for myself. —Waiting for an Angel by Helon Habila
What if everything that is to happen has already happened, and only the consequences are playing themselves out? —Every Day Is for the Thief by Teju Cole
