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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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“History my god. An incurable diarrhea of dead immortals.”

Robert Coover

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