you are not what you own

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Schrodingers Virus

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“I only wish that this great storm which is so majestic and wide as all autumn might never cease. I feel as if I’ve had much too much summer and too much sun. Everything in me is waiting for the trees to shed everything and reveal the distance behind them,”

— Rainer Maria Rilke, from a letter to Lou Salomé witten c. August 1904

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“I have a taste for what is ardent and intense,”

— Anna de Noailles, tr. by Sebastian Hayes, from “My Very Own Life-Force,”

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“Remind yourself what makes you feel alive and electric, what makes sense to your life as a whole,”

— Lisa Marie Basile, from “Light Magic for Dark Times,” published c. 2018

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“There were days when my heart was volcanic”

— Edgar Allan Poe, from The Complete Poems of Edgar Allan Poe; Ulalume.

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