Nicole W. Lee, from "Even the Dust"
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Maybe in another life....
“I have a million things to talk to you about. All I want in this world is you. I want to see you and talk. I want the two of us to begin everything from the beginning.”
— Haruki Murakami, Norwegian Wood
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There must be another life, she thought, sinking back into her chair, exasperated. Not in dreams; but here and now, in this room, with living people. She felt as if she were standing on the edge of a precipice with her hair blown back; she was about to grasp something that just evaded her. There must be another life, here and now, she repeated. This is too short, too broken. We know nothing, even about ourselves. Were only just beginning, she thought, to understand, here and there… She held her hands hollowed; she felt that she wanted to enclose the present moment; to make it stay; to fill it fuller and fuller, with the past, the present and the future, until it shone, whole, bright, deep with understanding.
Virginia Woolf, from “The Years”
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“Mother Night” by Robin Isely.
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Dark and Macabre Art by Alejandro D'Marco
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