We forget all too soon the things we thought we could never forget. We forget the loves and the betrayals alike, forget what we whispered and what we screamed, forget who we were.
—Joan Didion, from Slouching Towards Bethlehem (Farrar, Straus, and Giroux, 1968)
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Q: does your body ever ache with all the people you’ll never be?
A: always. always.
Mike Mills, Humans




