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September 9, 2024

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I’m exhausted, finally, by this mob within me that keeps me from being myself. I suppose one feels the need to be alone in order to grow old and die.

Thought:

“Only death can cure the hip dilettante.”

Gilbert Sorrentino

Christian Molenaar

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