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some questions will ruin you if you are denied the answer long enough.
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I am walking forever on the path from the border to base camp. It is taking a long time, and I know it will take even longer to get back. There is no one with me. I am all by myself. The trees are not trees the birds are not birds and I am not me but just something that has been walking for a very long time...
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I had long ago stopped believing in promises. Biological imperatives, yes. Environmental factors, yes. Promises, no.
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environmental-factors
promises
promise
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the trees were putting on their September garments, brown and red and yellow,
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At the end of their conversation, for no good reason, he told a joke. "What's brown and sticky?" "I know that one," the Voice said. "A stick." "A turd." Click."
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It looked like lively abstract art. Symbols in search of context.
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Jeff VanderMeer |
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Who had the bigger burden? The one who had to watch the other person endure or the one who endured?
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Jeff VanderMeer |
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I had learned so much about the world that I had decided to withdraw from it.
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