Inside every person’s head is a set of films, each a spool of memories, and one of these reels features the most trivial things a person does over the course of a lifetime, including ordering a ham sandwich from the local market’s deli counter years ago and the girl who handed it to you, and I hated that the films in these other people’s brains were still running, and that I was in them. The humiliation of being alive, and being seen! Oh, it wrangled me. I wanted to kill the very fact. I had known these strangers only briefly, and only by which brand of chaw they preferred, or what cut of meat
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