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W.D. Clarke
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What he remembered, what lived in the old smoked leather of the catcher’s mitt in the basement was the touch of his Eleanor, those were his wife’s eyes in the oval photographs of men with handlebar mustaches. The state of loss, the fact, the facticity in its lonely length. This was a word he never thought he’d need to use but here it was, crouched for years in his secluded brain, coming out to elongate the loss.
— Oct 06, 2026 06:55PM
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W.D. Clarke
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My [13 yr-old] son used to believe that he could look at a plane in flight and make it explode in midair by simply thinking it. [...] It’s the special skill of an adolescent to imagine the end of the world as an adjunct to his own discontent.
— Sep 27, 2026 06:38PM