It is hard to love people selflessly. It is hard to find a way to exist in the world without pretense. To merely exist together with other people, in a space that you each understand in the same way, where gestures mean their intended meaning, and words are all but unnecessary. It is hard to [...]

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When I think that I am broken, I think that I am not borken like an expensive vase can be broken, but like radios are broken, and library books, and trains of thought. I am proud of this. Proud that I don’t break like plates, or glasses, or the finer objects of old china, but [...]

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