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I got turned around at The Block in a thick, dense layer of alcohol-induced confusion and disorientation, and decided to park and go get a drink somewhere.
The girls were out working.
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Can you remember now? How we could each disappear completely, connected despite fault lines. . . .
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None of this is real, he says, and the path slopes down to a house that is possibly haunted. One always looks in such windows, one cannot not look at the predictable detritus of another's failure, a queer satisfaction, a fairy's dust. But no, not real, none of it. And…
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We lined up opposite one another, instructed to stare into the other person's eyes for fifteen seconds. No talking. The debris of loneliness. Eyes welled with tears.
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Watch the ocean turn to yama budo ink, darkish blood swirling with the salt water.
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This is no time for those of a religious persuasion. No.
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He plucks the feathers and winds thread to simulate an insect’s torso.
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