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“There were little holes in the cuffs of his thermal undershirt. We were standing in the middle of the room. I waited for him to go on. It was the time of year, the time of day, for a small insistent sadness to pass into the texture of things. Dusk, silence, iron chill. Something lonely in the bone.”
— Mar 19, 2026 07:45PM
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Isaac Kim
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“Every word and thing a beadwork of bright creation. My own plain hand, crosshatched and whorled in a mesh of expressive lines, a life terrain, might itself be the object of a person’s study and wonder for years. A cosmology against the void.”
— Apr 08, 2026 03:29PM
Isaac Kim
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"After a while I woke up Babette. Warm air came rising from her body as she shifted toward me. Contented air. A mixture of forgetfulness and sleep. Where am I, who are you, what was I dreaming?"
— Apr 06, 2026 08:22PM
Isaac Kim
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"When TV didn't fill them with rage, it scared them half to death." —Prescient stuff.
— Mar 25, 2026 07:23AM
Isaac Kim
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"Don't let us die, I want to cry out to that fifth century sky ablaze with mystery and spiral light. Let us both live forever, in sickness and health, feeble-minded, doddering, toothless, liver-spotted, dim-sighted, hallucinating. Who decides these things? What is out there? Who are you?"
— Mar 21, 2026 07:53PM
