“And how strange that being alive could sometimes feel like staying afloat in a narrow, windy inlet, where you could see the waves cresting, you could sense their direction and intuit their distant, buried origins, but you could not predict the angle at which they would crash against the walls, or the rapidity of their succession, or the constructive and destructive inference of their meeting...”
— Jul 01, 2026 04:25AM
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