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// written fragments, loosely dated
There is a specific kind of mourning that only happens for characters who never existed. I've been trying to understand why it feels heavier than it should...
→ continue readingThe book hasn't changed. The margins are full of a person who no longer lives here, making sense of things I now find obvious, missing things I now see everywhere...
→ continue readingRuins hold something finished buildings cannot. There is meaning in what was interrupted — a sentence broken mid-thought, a manuscript that stops, a life that didn't resolve...
→ continue readingA roughly chronological catalogue of the objects, texts, and ideas that have, at one point or another, consumed the majority of my waking attention...
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