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5 years, 11 months ago

I lived on minus money, in an overdraft

Most of the guests were Benny’s dynastically wealthy high-school friends, whose parents cushioned their salaries with passive incomes, affording them the means to fill exciting, sub-living-wage positions at magazines and non-profits; invest in quality homeware from the windows of boutique stores; a…

—p.159 Granta 148: Summer Fiction Good Progress (153) missing author
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I had no illusions about the arc of my future

Wending my way through the indistinguishably grand culs-de-sac, I considered my position adrift on the map’s endless beige grid. Since graduating, I had taken up and quit a succession of entry-level jobs at both independent and corporate workplaces, each as weightless and unengaging as the last, mo…

—p.157 Good Progress (153) missing author
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her skin now roughened, turned to rind topic/growing-older

The doctor prescribed a mode of treatment that was short-term sustentative and long-term palliative. Hearing this, I looked to my mother, whose eyes were closed; who her whole life had never changed, until she did change; who since babyhood I had known as the worldly portal for all of life’s other-…

—p.155 Good Progress (153) missing author
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a city melting into a puddle

Gao’s mother pulled over and turned off the engine, the car emitting a few reluctant beeps. Outside the passenger window, I could see the buildings had been erected atop landfill, but where they were interrupted, a cliff of earth fell away, and below that was a rocky wasteland strewn with debris an…

—p.147 Field Notes on a Marriage (131) missing author
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I was only thirty-four when I died inspo/dream

"I was only thirty-four when I died,’ Bird said to me. ‘Thirty-four!’ At least I think he was saying it to me. Since we were the only two people in the room.

I didn’t know how to respond. It’s hard in dreams to do the right thing. So I stayed silent, waiting for him to go on.

‘Think about it …

—p.91 Charlie Parker Plays Bossa Nova (83) by Haruki Murakami