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Wtf just happened?

There were too many stars. Looking up, he gazed at those stars. Hard to believe they were so far away or dead eons ago. Time meant something else out there. Unless there was no time at all. What was time, anyway? Did it even exist? Or did somebody afraid of the dark make it up?

I know you used to write. Do you still? If so, always remember that every great writer gets manuscripts rejected. So, keep at it. You'll get there one day. In the meantime, you may want to look for another job.

"Yes. The plot is really interesting, but the world of rare books isn't really the story, is it? What you're really writing about is love. Searching for it. Finding it. Losing it. I wonder if your hero finds it again. I hope so. I really do. You make him sound so messed up, but I kept rooting for him."

"Hanif! Hanif! Give me a break! You've been reading too many spy stories!"
"This is a spy story!" Hanif, too, raised his voice. "You know that already!"

'Reading, writing, and literary analyses would fill their days. That, and fucking like bunnies.'

Mario used words like that. Callous. Egregious. Horrid. He read a lot of Victorian fiction, whether it was really Victorian or not.

In the medical world, they called it triage. In the real world, they called it the once-over.

One day he hadn't a worry in the world and the next he was being probed by machines. The thought made him think of aliens, the kind that abduct you and have their way.