Even as I long for the preservation of history, there is a certain stubbornness, a lack of will: to admit that history needs to be preserved is to admit that it will not always be there, that the source may someday vanish and leave me floating on my own in a landscape where nothing has form or name, and this is darkly terrifying.
s.e. smith @ Winter – this ain’t livin’
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