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No life had ever been truly saved, not in the history of mankind. They were merely prolonged. Everything comes to an end.
Sleep was a vehicle for passing the time, for avoiding the present. It was a trolley for the depressed, the impatient, and the dying.
“Maybe the kinds of people who try to shape the world feel like they’re smarter than chaos itself.”
