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.
“Humans, scared out of their minds, gather whatever intelligence they can put their hands on and put it all in a central penitentiary named facts.”
Kathy Acker
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