Are we on the precipice? Are we already falling? Who can tell?
October 5, 2021
From Sleep to the Precipice
This morning, like every morning, there is no greater surprise than being here — not that I know where here is, or if or who I am. And if I did, then maybe there would be no feeling of surprise at all — or maybe the surprise would be even greater — as if I had said, in all innocence, Let there be light, without realizing the extent of my powers.
Recently Banned Literature, November 21, 2017
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