How We Dwelt In Two Worlds The

Despair, When Not The Response To Absolute Physical And Moral Defeat Is, Like War, The Failure Of Imagination.

Sleeping. Turning In Turn Like Planets Rotating In Their Midnight Meadow: A Touch Is Enough To Let Us Know We're Not Alone In The Universe, Even In Sleep.

A Language Is A Map Of Our Failures

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A President Cannot Meaningfully Honor Certain Token Artists While The People At Large Are So Dishonored.'”