"Being able to write becomes a kind of shield, a way of hiding, a way of too instantly transforming pain into honey.

Not only are selves conditional but they die. Each day, we wake slightly altered, and the person we were yesterday is dead. So why, one could say, be afraid of death, when death comes all the time?
Not only are selves conditional but they die. Each day, we wake slightly altered, and the person we ...
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