I write this note from the Lincoln Tunnel, in btwn New Jersey and New York, somewhere underneath the Hudson River. I, like Willie, am somewhere in the in btwn, at the mercy of this shifting, fluid body that is far bigger than i and my traveling companions
This book is about remembering. how others will remember us, how we remember our own lives. how no matter how much we grip onto this, we cant change nor control it
— 1 hour, 54 min ago
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