The story of my life doesn’t exist. Does not exist. There’s never any center to it. No path, no line. There are great spaces where you pretend there used to be someone, but it’s not true, there was no one.
“you can’t hug / a Nazi and hope / he’ll change / such an idea / is an affront / to national / security”
Maggie Nelson | “The World”
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