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Austin Meakim
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She sees the fence up close and they stop the film and it is like a religious painting, the scene could be a fresco in a tourist church, it is composed and balanced and filled with people suffering
— Sep 25, 2026 01:34AM
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Austin Meakim
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the withheld work of art is the only eloquence left.”
— 11 hours, 59 min ago
Austin Meakim
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I need these people to believe for me. I cling to believers. Many, everywhere. Without them, the planet goes cold.”
— 11 hours, 59 min ago
Austin Meakim
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The messiah is here on earth.”
“He’s here on earth, I’m up there in the sky,”
— 11 hours, 59 min ago
“He’s here on earth, I’m up there in the sky,”
Austin Meakim
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“The novel used to feed our search for meaning.
our desperation has led us toward something larger and darker. So we turn to the news, which provides an unremitting mood of catastrophe. This is where we find emotional experience not available elsewhere. We don’t need the novel.
— 12 hours, 0 min ago
our desperation has led us toward something larger and darker. So we turn to the news, which provides an unremitting mood of catastrophe. This is where we find emotional experience not available elsewhere. We don’t need the novel.
Austin Meakim
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“I’ll tell you when a book is finished. When the writer keels over with a great big thump.”
Old books haunt the blood.”
“Bill has the idea that writers are being consumed by the emergence of news as an apocalyptic force.”
— 12 hours, 0 min ago
Old books haunt the blood.”
“Bill has the idea that writers are being consumed by the emergence of news as an apocalyptic force.”
Austin Meakim
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It’s a master collapse. It’s a failure so deep it places suspicion on the great early work. People will look at the great early work in a new way, searching for signs of weakness and muddle.”
— 12 hours, 1 min ago
Austin Meakim
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He thought he was suffering like the rest of them. They all thought they were bungling and desolate and tormented but none of them ever wanted to do anything else but write and each believed that the only person who might possibly be worse off was another writer somewhere and when one of them mixed… brandies and …pills/placed the nozzle of a revolver… behind the ear, the others felt both sorry and acknowledged.
— 23 hours, 28 min ago
Austin Meakim
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“Someday, go walk those streets,” she said. “Sick and dying people with nowhere to live and there are bigger and bigger towers all the time, fantastic buildings with miles of rentable space. All the space is inside. Am I exaggerating?”
— 23 hours, 30 min ago
Austin Meakim
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News of disaster is the only narrative people need. The darker the news, the grander the narrative. News is the last addiction before—what? I don’t know.
— 23 hours, 31 min ago
Austin Meakim
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There’s the life and there’s the consumer event. Everything around us tends to channel our lives toward some final reality in print or on film.
Everything seeks its own heightened version. Or put it this way. Nothing happens until it’s consumed. Or put it this way. Nature has given way to aura.
— 23 hours, 31 min ago
Everything seeks its own heightened version. Or put it this way. Nothing happens until it’s consumed. Or put it this way. Nature has given way to aura.

