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- i felt, for the first time, one of my favorite feelings in the world: the feeling of sarah’s gaze and mine meeting and entwining, as we looked a third thing.
- life itself, which makes of earth and starlight something more than earth and starlight.
- we’re hard wired to look for patterns, to make constellations from the stars. there must be some logic to the narrative, some reason for the misery.
— Jun 02, 2025 01:35PM
- life itself, which makes of earth and starlight something more than earth and starlight.
- we’re hard wired to look for patterns, to make constellations from the stars. there must be some logic to the narrative, some reason for the misery.
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- finding hope is not some philosophical exercise or sentimental notion. it is a prerequisite for survival.
- meaninglessness all the way down
- and yes, home is that house where you no longer live. home is before, and you live in after. but home is also what you are building and maintaining today.
-i don’t like crowds, but i like this crowd. because i’m in an us that doesnt require a them.
— May 29, 2025 02:26PM
- finding hope is not some philosophical exercise or sentimental notion. it is a prerequisite for survival.
- meaninglessness all the way down
- and yes, home is that house where you no longer live. home is before, and you live in after. but home is also what you are building and maintaining today.
-i don’t like crowds, but i like this crowd. because i’m in an us that doesnt require a them.
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some fav quotes on reread:
- to me though, the hand stencils say “i was here.” they say “you are not new.”
- he offered us the place ribs don’t protect, trusting that we weren’t going to bite or stab him.
- there is something deep within me, something intensely fragile, that is terrified of turning itself to the world. i know that if i’m hit where i am earnest, i will never recover.
— May 27, 2025 02:11PM
- to me though, the hand stencils say “i was here.” they say “you are not new.”
- he offered us the place ribs don’t protect, trusting that we weren’t going to bite or stab him.
- there is something deep within me, something intensely fragile, that is terrified of turning itself to the world. i know that if i’m hit where i am earnest, i will never recover.
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“in the anthropocene, there are no disinterested observers, there are only participants. when people write reviews, they are really writing a kind of memoir.”
— May 20, 2025 07:31PM
