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How language is webbed in the senses. Out of sand-blazed brilliance into quirky minds such as his, into touch, taste and fragrance. He thought he'd li...more

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The true life is not reducible to words spoken or written, not by anyone, ever.

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Cities were built to measure time, to remove time from nature. There’s an endless counting down, he said. When you strip away all the surfaces, when y...more

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Ordinary moments make the life. This is what she knew to be trustworthy and this is what I learned, eventually, from those years we spent together. No...more

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The thinness of contemporary life. I can poke my finger through it.