January 2011
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oh, happy anniversary - of birth, of death, of what was lost and of what stills goes on without you. they’ve made you a cake - too sweet, just how you would’ve liked it. they’ve put candles on it, one to represent each person you’ve left behind. they’re making a wish for you, presuming it’s what you would wish for if you could carry the breath of life...
A house inside of a house. →
Morning is my favorite time of day. It’s like everything’s starting out fresh...
– Haruki Murakami, Norwegian Wood (via andrewharlow)
Any text is woven entirely with citations, references, echoes, cultural...
– Jonathan Lethem, The Ecstasy of Influence
from The Best American Essays of 2008
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