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Whatever is in us gave us each other to keep going. Whatever is in us doesn’t want us to die. In this way, we pass each other along. We pass through one another, too, like walking through walls.
To walk through a charged landscape is to walk among ghosts. But it is also a reminder that we are ghosts ourselves, ghosts among ghosts.
To write is to walk th…
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