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Gregisdead121
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''I listened to sounds distanced from their sources, seconds pooling into
minutes, minutes into the purrs of machines, purring in a different language
from my machine at work, and now and again these machines would merge
with the sound of elevator doors stuttering open and closed, until into this
mechanical soundscape entered the voice of a woman, an elderly woman,
calling out for a nurse, a doctor, anyone. ''
— Oct 18, 2026 12:55PM
minutes, minutes into the purrs of machines, purring in a different language
from my machine at work, and now and again these machines would merge
with the sound of elevator doors stuttering open and closed, until into this
mechanical soundscape entered the voice of a woman, an elderly woman,
calling out for a nurse, a doctor, anyone. ''
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Gregisdead121
is on page 116 of 192
"How strange it was that despite these earlier
memories my lifelong memento would be the scars on my left hand, scars
from one fraught encounter amid thousands of peaceful ones. For the rest of
my life, my hand would be marked by his sudden spell of madness."
— Oct 20, 2026 08:50AM
memories my lifelong memento would be the scars on my left hand, scars
from one fraught encounter amid thousands of peaceful ones. For the rest of
my life, my hand would be marked by his sudden spell of madness."
Gregisdead121
is on page 110 of 192
"I sensed a wilderness and felt an urge to fill it
or at least alleviate it temporarily, to alleviate something of his and
something of mine, and once again, as I brought his face closer, my hand
made certain things vanish and conjured others into existence."
— Oct 20, 2026 08:49AM
or at least alleviate it temporarily, to alleviate something of his and
something of mine, and once again, as I brought his face closer, my hand
made certain things vanish and conjured others into existence."
Gregisdead121
is on page 80 of 192
"No more tricks, no more abracadabra, no more misdirection or
uncertainty, no more seeing things one way while most people saw them
another. No more standing in darkened rooms trying to detect the source of
something that enters abruptly, demanding attention. No more. And yet
there is no such thing as an entirely vacant space."
— Oct 19, 2026 11:51PM
uncertainty, no more seeing things one way while most people saw them
another. No more standing in darkened rooms trying to detect the source of
something that enters abruptly, demanding attention. No more. And yet
there is no such thing as an entirely vacant space."
Gregisdead121
is on page 75 of 192
As you grow older your fantasy life starts slipping away, early daydreams,
romantic and professional, less and less likely to materialise. The options
narrow, ships set sail one by one. I had seen many, many ships depart. In
my mid-thirties the harbour, once crowded, had begun to empty.
— Oct 19, 2026 11:50PM
romantic and professional, less and less likely to materialise. The options
narrow, ships set sail one by one. I had seen many, many ships depart. In
my mid-thirties the harbour, once crowded, had begun to empty.
Gregisdead121
is on page 34 of 192
' Nothing new
emerges from keeping to a straight line … My son is still waiting for his
swerve.'
— Oct 18, 2026 03:29PM
emerges from keeping to a straight line … My son is still waiting for his
swerve.'
Gregisdead121
is on page 30 of 192
'' I know – and within it, anyway, lay something deeper, which is
what I learned over time: that human emotions are repeated, we have but a
finite number, and watching my instruments in motion and the gestures they
captured I saw how the same gestures are repeated over the centuries in one
vast theatre of the soul.''
— Oct 18, 2026 03:18PM
what I learned over time: that human emotions are repeated, we have but a
finite number, and watching my instruments in motion and the gestures they
captured I saw how the same gestures are repeated over the centuries in one
vast theatre of the soul.''
Gregisdead121
is on page 25 of 192
''People
are not composed of your thoughts, a counsellor once said to me. Yes they
are, I’d insisted, and had never been able to stop constructing stories in my
head, especially at times when reality fell short of expectations. Friends
came and went. I preferred animals to most fellow beings and often wished
I’d been born another species. The main constant seemed to be my home''
— Oct 18, 2026 02:32PM
are not composed of your thoughts, a counsellor once said to me. Yes they
are, I’d insisted, and had never been able to stop constructing stories in my
head, especially at times when reality fell short of expectations. Friends
came and went. I preferred animals to most fellow beings and often wished
I’d been born another species. The main constant seemed to be my home''
Gregisdead121
is on page 23 of 192
''Who was I? Self-portraits must often be drawn in hospital beds, perhaps
more accurately than in the outside world. Mine was hardly noteworthy.
Early forties. Phlegmatic, melancholic, yet prone to occasional acts of
daring, a flat line interrupted by the sudden jump. If pressed, probably more
centripetal than centrifugal in nature. ''
— Oct 18, 2026 02:31PM
more accurately than in the outside world. Mine was hardly noteworthy.
Early forties. Phlegmatic, melancholic, yet prone to occasional acts of
daring, a flat line interrupted by the sudden jump. If pressed, probably more
centripetal than centrifugal in nature. ''
Gregisdead121
is on page 22 of 192
''You’ll
see when you’re older that currents quicken when you’re happy''
— Oct 18, 2026 02:17PM
see when you’re older that currents quicken when you’re happy''
Gregisdead121
is on page 13 of 192
Love love love the writing of this one , the sentences have this lyrical quality. Very taut and fluid, not a line out of place. I can't help by envy her precision . In few words full worlds are given credence. Her language is simple , direct and efficient. I see this being a new no.2 on my longlist ranking if it remains consistent .
— Oct 18, 2026 12:59PM