Welcome to Bookmarker!

This is a personal project by @dellsystem. I built this to help me retain information from the books I'm reading. Currently can only be used by a single user (myself), but I plan to extend it to support multiple users eventually.

Source code on GitHub (MIT license).

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Available Light
(missing author)

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by Max Schaefer. fiction.

this was an unusual piece for me - a fictional (but could easily have passed as real) memoir-like piece about a female photographer, from the POV of her friend (a gay man). an engrossing read with some really poignant moments

? (2017). Available Light. Salvage, 5, pp. 7-60

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Slowly, I began to realise the limits of the freedom I had found in London. Discovering safe enclaves, I had seen safety, but not that they remained enclaves. [...]

this is surprisingly beautiful

—p.13 missing author 1 month ago

Slowly, I began to realise the limits of the freedom I had found in London. Discovering safe enclaves, I had seen safety, but not that they remained enclaves. [...]

this is surprisingly beautiful

—p.13 missing author 1 month ago

(linguistics) the omission of a sound or syllable when speaking OR the act or an instance of omitting something

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'queer' was about emphasising rather than eliding difference

—p.20 missing author
notable
1 month ago

'queer' was about emphasising rather than eliding difference

—p.20 missing author
notable
1 month ago
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[...] Ellen had said, 'You're past thirty,' and now for the second time in my life I felt dizzyingly untethered, but whereas when I first moved to London that sensation was buoyed by the expectation of long-dreamed-of experience and ballasted with the deep resources of youth, now I had learned that you cannot choose what falls away, and every time you start again the possibilities are shockingly reduced. Presumably the last time we experience this is when we give up, so it's unsurprising that the panic is greater with every round. [...]

aaaah

—p.41 missing author 1 month ago

[...] Ellen had said, 'You're past thirty,' and now for the second time in my life I felt dizzyingly untethered, but whereas when I first moved to London that sensation was buoyed by the expectation of long-dreamed-of experience and ballasted with the deep resources of youth, now I had learned that you cannot choose what falls away, and every time you start again the possibilities are shockingly reduced. Presumably the last time we experience this is when we give up, so it's unsurprising that the panic is greater with every round. [...]

aaaah

—p.41 missing author 1 month ago