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“Sometimes you get so close to someone you end up on the other side of them.”
— Richard Siken, Editors Page: The Long and the Short of It
Joanna Klink, from “On Diminishment”, The Nightfields
James Baldwin, from Another Country [ID'd]
Jeremy Radin, from "Lazar Wolf the Butcher" (poem written during staging of Fiddler on the Roof at Paper Mill Playhouse, shared on his IG page) [ID'd]
― Fyodor Dostoyevsky, The Gentle Spirit
Fortesa Latifi, from The Truth About Grief.
“Don’t lies eventually lead to the truth?”
- Albert Camus, The Fall
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― Neil Gaiman, Coraline
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Mahmoud Darwish - “Memory for Forgetfulness”
“Each problem has hidden in it an opportunity so powerful that it literally dwarfs the problem. The greatest success stories were created by people who recognized a problem and turned it into an opportunity.”
— Joseph Sugarman
Susan Sontag, from “Reborn: Journals and Notebooks, 1947-1963″
— Richard Siken, Boot Theory
[text ID: A man takes his sadness and / throws it away / but then he’s still left with his / hands.]
― Elena Ferrante, The Story of the Lost Child
[text ID: In what disorder we lived, how many fragments of ourselves were scattered, as if to live were to explode into splinters.]
Jonny Bolduc, Ending