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there is doom to be found everywhere if doom is what you seek.
“Do you think they know what it really means to love?” his projection-self mused aloud to him. “That it isn’t the simple joy of fondness, I mean. In fact it’s violent, destructive. It means to cut the heart out of your chest and give it to someone else.”
The rise of the Anthropocene meant the supernaturalism of geoengineering, the indelible mark of humankind without interference from the divine.
actually childhood is very fragile, and you can’t technically outgrow the fractures. You can’t undo the damage, and pretending that the damage does not exist or trying to outgrow it somehow—to become larger, more invulnerable than the pain—was definitely not something that someone of Reina’s emotional ineptitude should attempt on their own.
Reina pursed her lips. “If you are, you’re doing very badly. Tristan’s alive. He’s fine. His shirts aren’t even wrinkled.” “Says you,” replied Callum. “But I happen to know that all of his tags itch.”
Her family was gone. She had never married. Never had children. She had had many affairs but nothing of substance; no small things to later look back at as the big things. Nothing to romanticize at all.
He was so British she could spread him on a crumpet.