December 2011
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The corridor led into a column of rooms: each resembling the quiet corner of a living room. There were bookshelves densely packed with not books but people, what remained of them—their ashes encased in bronze book-like containers with book-like spines inscribed with their names. Perhaps the room was not a living room at all but a private study of somebody with money. I saw in a glass...
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Just saw pina bausch's ballet in berkeley.... →
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"If equal affection cannot be, Let the more loving...
Looking up at the stars, I know quite well That, for all they care, I can go to hell, But on earth indifference is the least We have to dread from man or beast.
How should we like it were stars to burn With a passion for us we could not return? If equal affection cannot be, Let the more loving one be me.
Admirer as I think I am Of stars that do not give a damn, I cannot, now I see them,...
