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“Twilight, again; another ending. No matter how perfect the day is, it always has to end.”

Ghost forest by Stefan Mihaylov

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Anne Carson, from “The Glass Essay”, Glass, Irony, and God

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Anaïs Nin // John Steinbeck

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Jamie O'Neill, At Swim, Two Boys

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Nadia Maria

The Poet

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Nadia Maria

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Nelly Agassi – from Palace of Tears, 2001

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Acquaintance card | This American Life

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Yoko Ono, Walking Piece, 1964. First published in her art book Grapefruit.

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Teasel Under s Red Sun 2

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Eden Robinson, “Writing Prompts for the Broken-hearted”

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Michael Finkel | The Stranger in The Woods | 2017

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“I don’t miss him anymore. Most of the time, anyway. I want to. I wish I could but unfortunately, it’s true: time does heal. It will do so whether you like it or not, and there’s nothing anyone can do about it. If you’re not careful, time will take away everything that ever hurt you, everything you have ever lost, and replace it with knowledge. Time is a machine: it will convert your pain into experience. Raw data will be compiled, will be translated into a more comprehensible language. The individual events of your life will be transmuted into another substance called memory and in the mechanism something will be lost and you will never be able to reverse it, you will never again have the original moment back in its uncategorized, preprocessed state. It will force you to move on and you will not have a choice in the matter.”

— Charles Yu, How to Live Safely in a Science Fictional Universe

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“I need to be emptied of this love, as it’s feasting on my blood. It’s splintering my bones. And, my God, the rest of me - it owns, it owns, it owns…”

— Helaena C Moon