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Farewells can be shattering, but returns are surely worse. Solid flesh can never live up to the bright shadow cast by its absence.

Margaret Atwood

When any civilization is dust and ashes,” he said, “art is all that’s left over. Images, words, music. Imaginative structures. Meaning—human meaning, that is—is defined by them. You have to admit that.
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Art Civilization Dust
We are silent, considering shortfalls. There’s not much time left, for us to become what we once intended. Jon had potential, but it’s not a word that can be used comfortably any more. Potential has a shelf-life.
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Shelves Silent Use
Science fiction is filled with Martians and space travel to other planets, and things like that.
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Fiction Planet Space
Victorian literature was my subject at Harvard.
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Harvard Literature Subject
Nature is an expert in cost-benefit analysis,’ she says. ‘Although she does her accounting a little differently. As for debts, she always collects in the long run.
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Analysis Benefit Cost Nature Running
I lie on the floor, washed by nothing and hanging on. I cry at night. I am afraid of hearing voices, or a voice. I have come to the edge, of the land. I could get pushed over.
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Fear Lying Night
I’m not used to girls, or familiar with their customs. I feel awkward around them, I don’t know what to say. I know the unspoken rules of boys, but with girls I sense that I am always on the verge of some unforeseen, calamitous blunder.
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Awkward Boys Girl
The heart with letters on it shining like a light bulb through the trim hole painted in the chest, art history.
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Art Light Shine
I was kidnapped by literature at a young age and never wanted to be ransomed.
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Age Literature Young
Fatigue is here, in my body, in my legs and eyes. That is what gets you in the end. Faith is only a word, embroidered.
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Body Embroider Eye Leg
Although from you I far must roam, do not be broken hearted. We two, who in the souls are one, are never truly parted.
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Broken Roam Soul Two
I walk away from him. It’s enormously pleasing to me, this walking away. It’s like being able to make people appear and vanish, at will.
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Able Away People Walk
It’s evening, one of those gray water-color washes, like liquid dust.
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Color Dust Water
Show me a character totally without anxieties and I will show you a boring book.
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Anxiety Book Character
In the end, we’ll all become stories.
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Biography Decade End Stories
Once upon a time, novelists of the 19th century, such as Charles Dickens, published in serial form.
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Century Novelist Once Time Upon

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