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Emotions, In My Experience, Aren't Covered By Single Words. I Don't Believe In "sadness", "joy", Or "regret". Maybe The Best Proof That The Language Is Patriarchal Is That Is Oversimplifies Feeling. I'd Like To Have At My Disposal Complicated Hybrid Emotions.

This Can't Be True But I Remember It.

It Was Amazing How It Worked: The Tiniest Bit Of Truth Made Credible The Greatest Lies.

She Was A Large, Disordered Woman, Like A Child's Drawing That Didn't Stay Within The Lines.

But That Was In The Days When They Expected Perils To Come From Without, And Nothing Made Less Sense By That Time Than A Survival Room Buried In A House Itself Becoming One Big Coffin.