And in the swath between them, loneliness. Just that: loneliness.
I thought that was all love could give me. I’m sorry. I thought I’d seen
the future. I thought I knew the words to our one wild
and unfathomable life. Forgive me; I see it now. I wasted
so much time being wrong.
— Franny Choi, from "Waste," The World Keeps Ending, and the World Goes On





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