Honestly what kills, what is killing, is the remembering they will do. At least one of them will do. Remembering for me is not so much an insurmountable obstacle, more or less it can only form a speed bump. I already remember so much, what's another two or three dozen things forced in, like the garbage pail you think is full, or feeling full before dessert. No matter how much there is, there's somehow always room for some more.
I've been writing on paper, thinking of typewriter keys instead of this digital universe, this web of edits and deletes and secrecy. Instead of leaving hints and dropping clues, going straight in for the kill. No more subtleties, just the whole real truth.
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