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September 28, 2026 at 12:43 PM
You couldn't get away from troubles. They came dragging into the mirror with you, fanning over the snow, filled the dirty sink.

Postcards,
Annie Proulx

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September 27, 2026 at 3:38 PM
Now reading:

Twilight in Musashino by
Seichō Matusmoto

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September 27, 2026 at 1:58 PM
Where do we find happiness? We pursue it, search for it, kill ourselves trying to find it, and all the time it's just here... It comes just when we've stopped expecting anything, stopped hoping, stopped being afraid.

Sunday, Irène Nemirovsky

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September 27, 2026 at 12:57 PM
September 26, 2026 at 1:41 PM
Lectures on Literature,
Nabokov

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September 26, 2026 at 1:35 PM
The Burnt Orange Heresy by
Charles Willeford

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September 26, 2026 at 11:56 AM
Nothing exists.
If anything exists, it is incomprehensible.
If anything was comprehensible,
it would be incommunicable.

Gorgias

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September 26, 2026 at 11:46 AM
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September 24, 2026 at 4:10 PM
And I pitied her so bad, that her life had taken this terrible turn. And when it came at me in the same way I felt like...I still can't say what I felt like. But I know one thing. You're never ready for when it turns on you and goes for the throat.

Postcards, Annie Proulx

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September 23, 2026 at 7:41 PM
September 23, 2026 at 1:58 PM
He stared, numb with loss, scrabbled in the curling leaves for a sign, turned until the saplings heaved their branches and the trunks tilted. He could hear a drum. But what could it mean? The kernel of life, tiny, heavy, deep red in color, was secreted in these gabbling woods.

Postcards, Proulx
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September 18, 2026 at 7:19 AM
"you know, I'm not made to get along comfortable with most people...I seem to comb their hair the wrong way"

Postcards, Annie Proulx
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September 17, 2026 at 4:22 PM
Anybody knows that the ocarina started out as a prairie chicken call. Roy Orbison invented it with the prairie chicken in mind.

Postcards, Annie Proulx
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September 17, 2026 at 4:20 PM
It was as if the road between his two lives was the realest thing of all, as if the journey counted more than arriving at the end.

Postcards, Annie Proulx
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September 16, 2026 at 9:56 PM
Men couldn't imagine women's lives, they seemed to believe, as in a religion, that women were numbed by an instinctive craving to fill the wet mouths of babies.

Postcards, Annie Proulx
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September 16, 2026 at 9:44 PM
You couldn't get away from troubles. They came dragging into the mirror with you, fanning over the snow, filled the dirty sink.

Postcards, Annie Proulx
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September 16, 2026 at 9:42 PM
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September 12, 2026 at 4:14 PM
The boy the girl the cat bit scratched died
September 11, 2026 at 9:19 PM