And he isn't crying for her, not for his grandma, he's crying for himself: that he: too, is going to die one day. And before that his friends wil die, and the friends of his friends, and, as time passes, the children of his friends, and, if his fate is truly bitter, his own children. (58)

Yansh no get teeth, but e dey cut shit  ✂️

What seems nasty, painful, evil can become a source of beauty, joy, and strength, if faced with an open mind.

No matter how the official narrative of this turns out there are the places we should be looking, not in newspapers or television but at the margins, graffiti, uncontrolled utterances, bad dreamers who sleep in public and scream in their sleep.

Written By Thomas Pynchon

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