Which Entity Has Marked You? -

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A deep cave you discovered on a hike. You never noticed it before, and when you check it out you find an ancient set of stairs. You forgo tools in place of a sense of adventure.
Sand dunes on a quiet shore. You can’t seem remember the last time you saw the sun. No bother, you enjoy the beach grass as it sways in the friged wind. A storm is rolling in.
Times Square on New Years. You’re in a sea of people, excitedly counting down, and down, and down. You can’t wait for the New Year to start!
A long forgotten building in disrepair from years of neglect. Vines and graffiti cover the walls. You hear a door creak as you look at your distorted reflection in a puddle.
A blazing summer evening on a small farm. The buzz of the bugs roars to life as the sun starts to creep behind the tree line. As you are walking back to your tool shed, you find chicken feathers. They lead to the surrounding woods.
An evening performance of a new play. The lights dim, and the curtains rise. The murmuring audience gazes at the stage in anticipation.

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“The old man turned back for just a second, looked me in the eyes and gave me a huge, theatrical wink. Then he fell backwards, out of the car, and was gone, into the swirling air beyond.”
“[H]e turned, and began to run towards us at a dead spring, pushing the handle that protruded from his torso towards us like a battering ram…Broken glass was pressed into his fingers, glinting red in the morning sun.”
“He was a strange man. For as long as I knew him, his manner caused me disquiet, and I attribute the continuation of our acquaintance in no small part to our difference in language.”
“[A] longing is not the same thing as an instruction. We’d all been touched and warped by proximity to the holy burning fire, but none of us had any special knowledge.”
“To describe it as a skeleton would be to do Death a disservice. For though the robe that sat in that chair contained only bones, it was not the skeleton that moved…Death was no more a skeleton than you are a woolen suit.”
“Perhaps here now you’re powerful enough to learn what you want from me, but if you try, I promise you I will resist. And only one of us is going to survive the attempt.”

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A “sliver of affection,” a “tiny hairline fracture,” will bring about “aching loss and suffering” in the end.
“Free will is simply ignorance. It’s just the name we give to the fact that no one can ever really see everything that controls them.”
“[D]eep down, we’re [all] just electrified meat squeezing air at each other.”
“You can’t fight what you are – or even what you aren’t.”
Someday, something will “burrow inside you, swarming and hollowing you out – leaving you full of holes.”
“[I]f this dreadful little planet had a fractionally different orbit and life had never even started here, then ultimately nothing of any real importance would have changed.”

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a “camaraderie that [comes] from being the only two people” in the gym, from spotting and supporting each other through intense workouts
“cold that just cuts right through you,” “patient,” and the way you “[like] it…[u]nderneath all [the] awful fear” – the way it feels like home
“the existential [joy] of truly becoming…of finally crossing the threshold into your self”
“the sense of blissful relief, edged with a strange, creeping fear,” that comes from suddenly finding yourself alone
“the warm glow of an approving parent, tinged with a bloody sweetness”
the “wonderful border between terror and delight” that accompanies the sensation of a rollercoaster drop