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A uniquely upsetting curse, really, how little he knew how to exist when she wasn’t there;
A self-perpetuating cycle, really, that knowledge begets knowledge just as power begets power—generationally, institutionally.
Poverty, decolonization, the school-to-prison pipeline, the global migrant crisis . . . being human and institutionally overlooked was bad enough.
Only the dead kept secrets.
“A flaw of humanity,” said Parisa, shrugging as they walked. “The compulsion to be unique, which is at war with the desire to belong to a single identifiable sameness.”
Money couldn’t buy happiness, but nothing could buy happiness, so at least money could buy everything else.

