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this was how we fought and spent our youth for/pq topic/life-on-the-left

After we had worked together for our beliefs in twenty-four-hour days without rest, bonded ourselves to each other through the inner struggles of self-criticism within our groups, confessed our social sins to our brother- and sisterhoods and lost our individual selves to our collective purpose, we …

—p.600 I Hotel 1977: I-Hotel (579) by Karen Tei Yamashita
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food is the basis for everything for/pq

You think about it. Food is the basis for everything. Without food, it’s all over. Kaput. They don’t lie when they say you are what you eat. If you can’t get nothing to eat, you are nothing. Nothing. They also don’t lie when they say you eat to live. And you live to eat. What’s someone’s culture bu…

—p.441 1974: I-Migrant Hotel (423) by Karen Tei Yamashita
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just for a second, you get this grace for/pq inspo/revelation project/rink-story

The moon. There’s no other moon like one on a clear New Mexico night. It rises over the Sandias and soothes the miles and miles of barren desert with all the quiet whiteness of a first snow. Moonlight in Liza’s yellow eyes and the chinaberry tree.

The world just goes along. Nothing much matters,…

—p.174 A Manual for Cleaning Women: Selected Stories Strays (170) by Lucia Berlin
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10 months ago

dawn was beginning

Dawn was beginning, dark, hesitating, sad. It was whitening the windowpanes but left the interior of the room in darkness. One ray however, seemed to have penetrated, for the daylight breaking over the glasses on the table colored them with faint and delicate shades of blue and green. The wind was …

—p.278 As A Man Grows Older As a Man Grows Older (29) by Italo Svevo
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youth incarnate project/stunt-story

[...] They were walking along the seafront when they saw Angiolina coming towards them, all lit up by the midday sun which was playing in her fair curls. She had screwed up her face a little in the effort to keep her eyes open in the strong sunlight. Balli found himself suddenly face to face with h…

—p.215 As a Man Grows Older (29) by Italo Svevo