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“He was so scared of what she wanted to say to him - that she had discovered his true being: that all he hid had been uncovered. That his mother had somehow found a mouth into his world and learned what he was. Not a boy anymore, or even a person.”
― B.R. Yeager, Amygdalatropolis

“To the extent that heaven above is isolation, it seems to be hell. To the extent that hell below is a crowd, it apparently is heaven. Maybe we are condemned to an endless nagging sense of discomfort balanced against comfort, satisfaction against the itch to escape.”
― Michael S.A. Graziano, The Divine Farce

“To be reborn again, as the Tibetan Book of the Dead says. It really is true. Christ, I hope so. Because in that case we all can meet again. In, as in Winnie-the-Pooh, another part of the forest, where a boy and his bear will always be playing...a category, he thought, imperishable. Like all of us. We will all wind up with Pooh, in a clearer, more durable new place.”
― Philip K. Dick, Ubik

“/1404er/ was born from video. His way into the threads. His eyes translating light from a stream. Before his eyes translated light from a stream he was only a person. Before the stream was a stream, it was a file. AVCHD, and prior to that just light reflected and refracted through systems of lenses. A copy of a living thing. Three living things and a fourth, all massed of matter and invisible crackle.”
― B.R. Yeager, Amygdalatropolis