powers-truth

December 21, 2024

Somewhere in all these boundless, compounding, swelling canyons of imprinted paper, encoded in the millions of tons of loblolly pine fiber, there must be a few words of truth, a page, a paragraph that could break the spell of fulfillment and bring back danger, need, and death.

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“Who has not asked himself at some time or other: am I a monster or is this what it means to be a person?”

Clarice Lispector

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