Another word for conceptual: simplistic.

Be the sound, not the hearing
The breath, not the breathing
The wind…
Did that work for you?
For a while.

Some forgot to wash. Some forgot to eat. Some gazed absently as they drank milk from the bottom of a cereal bowl.

The trail of wreckage he left in his wake conformed precisely to the contours of his inner damage.

I’d rather be here, with you, for the worst that could happen, than anywhere else, for the best.

She sat up suddenly and, looking past him, cried I have so much packing to do. So much packing! He stroked her forehead until she fell back to sleep. No more packing, my love. No more packing.

The way forward: Simply Be Exhausted.

This book would have been a labor of hate, never to be completed.
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She said, you’re a true artist, but not a very good one.
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Fuck it. I am going down in flames, somewhere out over the ocean. Or somewhere in a bar, in this undocumented summer. That will be my book.

The group repudiated any suggestion of esthetic joy or gestural flourish in its practice. Details not grounded in rigorously defended academic theory were ruthlessly prosecuted. Working there was like joining the Taliban.

Would I give up a lifetime for one more day with you? In a second.