We find ourselves here, in the midst of existence, with no memory of choosing it. Perhaps that's the only real condition of being alive - that we don't remember signing up for any of this. ->
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L A Chambers
It feels so weird to read an endless series of tragic events and then put down my phone, make a cup of tea and carry on with my workday. I don’t know how to hold and exist in both realities.
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