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This is a personal project by @dellsystem. I built this to help me retain information from the books I'm reading.

Source code on GitHub (MIT license).

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the entire planet is a huge suburb of Dallas project/panopticon

The TV hurls out images that reproduce the system and voices that echo it, and there is no spot on earth it does not reach. The entire planet is a huge suburb of Dallas. We eat imported emotions as if they were canned sausages while the young children of television, trained to watch life instead of…

—p.154 The Book of Embraces by Eduardo Galeano
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this was my final attempt project/beach-house

“It’s so nice here,” I whispered. Sam didn’t know it, but this was my final attempt. I was giving him one last chance to reveal some soft part of himself he’d kept hidden.

—p.30 Out There: Stories Out There (3) by Kate Folk
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time is irrelevant to math project/secret-life

What! How can so many thoughts and observations possibly have elapsed in so brief a period? An impressionist will answer along the lines of “The distortions inherent in our perception of time,” but to us counters, time is a bore— and not just because too much has been said and written about it. Tim…

—p.86 The Candy House by Jennifer Egan
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I would leave him, I decided

For months, I’d lain awake next to him, as my nerves shrilled and my mind performed frantic, scuttling maneuvers. Now I felt calm. The realization that you’re out of options brings with it its own brand of peace. I would leave him, I decided. I would leave him, his parents’ money, and the shockproo…

—p.13 Sea State by Tabitha Lasley
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compromise was one thing, hypocrisy another

It hadn’t turned out that way. I had not been able to manage on my own—couldn’t even mail a letter or visit the Prado. But if I could feel for a man what I felt for the stranger Manolo, then how could I possibly return to my dreary husband? Compromise was one thing, hypocrisy another. I couldn’t do…

—p.30 Memoirs of an Ex-Prom Queen by Alix Kates Shulman