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“Everything matters so much and so little; it is disgusting.”
― Emily R. Austin, Everyone in This Room Will Someday Be Dead

“Sometimes I wonder if I have really been the same person my whole life. I stare at the picture, and think: Is that really me? I have this bizarre feeling like I was a different person at every other stage of my life. I feel so removed from myself then. Sometimes I feel like I was a different person a month ago. A day. Five minutes. Now.”
― Emily R. Austin, Everyone in This Room Will Someday Be Dead

“I am thinking about how these have always been my hands. I was born with them. I used to hold bottles, blocks, crayons. Everything I have ever eaten. Every book I have ever read. Everything I have ever touched has been with these appendages. I will never have any other hands but these.”
― Emily R. Austin, Everyone in This Room Will Someday Be Dead

“Sometimes, when I have a nice interaction with someone, I hope I never see them again. Occasionally, I have a nice chat with a cashier, for example. I leave the store thinking, I hope I never see them again. I avoid their register if I do. Sometimes, when I visit extended family, like my mom's cousins, or a great aunt, I think it's a shame they saw me now at my age. I think it might have been better for them to have last seen me as a kid. I think seeing me now might ruin the memory of when I was little. I often stop texting people I'm seeing after having a nice time with them. I wish I could have one nice interaction with everyone and then disappear.”
― Emily R. Austin, Interesting Facts about Space