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I disappear sometimes. It’s my thing.

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“People got such a charge from seeing their names in print. Proof of existence. I could picture a squabble of ghosts ripping through piles of newspapers. Pointing at a name on a page. See, there I am. I told you I lived. I told you I was”

Gillian Flynn, Sharp Objects

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“Love was the great consolation, would set ablaze the fields of my life in one go, leaving nothing behind. I thought of it as the great leveller, as a force which would clean me and by its presence make me worthy of it.”

— Megan Nolan, Acts of Desperation

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Lisel Mueller, from Alive Together: New and Selected Poems; "On Reading An Anthology of Postwar German Poetry"

[Text ID: I know enough to refuse to say / that life is good, / but I act as though it were, / and skeptical about love, I survive / by the witness of my own.]

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“People make things — make art or things that are akin to art— as a way of expressing their need for contact, or their fear of it; people make objects as a way of coming to terms with shame, with grief. People make objects to strip themselves down, to survey their scars, and people make objects to resist oppression to create a space in which they can move freely. Art doesn’t have to have a reparative function, any more than it has a duty to be beautiful or moral. All the same, there is art that gestures towards repair; that, like Wojnarowicz’s stitched loaf of bread, traverses the fragile space between separation and connection.”

— Olivia Laing, The Lonely City