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The simple things come back to us. They rest for a moment by our ribcages then suddenly reach
in and twist our hearts a notch backward.
My country, ’tis of thee,
we’ve got technology.
She cleaned the front of the fridge of everything but his photograph . Made it simple again. Gave it a haircut of sorts.
It was not the technology that they needed to attack, but the human mind, the way it failed, how it fell short.
War was a get-together of the vain. They wanted it simple—hate your enemy, know nothing of him.
furniture that he was nervous
he had learned not only to destroy what was left behind, but also
to poison what was to come.
Goodness was more difficult than evil. Evil men knew that more than good men. That’s why they became evil. That’s why it stuck with them. Evil was for those who could never reach the truth. It was a mask for stupidity and lack of love.
true: Behind you will be a life that you never want to see again.
The mind always seeks another, simpler place, less
said something strange about words being good for saying
what things are, but sometimes they don’t function for what things aren
There is a fear of love.
He entered the noise of the
He felt for a moment uncreated. Another kind of awake.
But it was only genius if you thought of it first. A teacher told him that. Genius is lonely.
He wondered if that was what the moment of death was about, the noise of the world and then the ease away from it.
not many follicles among the oracles.
if anyone could have watched us from the outside, sitting with the light dimming outside, letting simple talk drift over us.
the slight argument of dark still left in the old woman’s hair,
The miracle of the actual.
