Boulder

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“I start the dough in the evenings and let it rise all night. I like to get under the covers knowing that out there another covered body lies awake, working on my behalf.”

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“I hate cleanliness that presumes perfection, I hate perfection worn like a smock over your Sunday best. My life with Samsa has turned into the same kind of façade, the day devoted to heaven, when no one goes to work and everyone smiles, the day when no one is allowed to touch. I don’t believe in this island and I don’t believe in happiness, or in relationships, or in children, or in God.”

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“I let myself be strung along; life develops without overwhelming me, it squeezes into every minute, it implodes; I hold it in my hands. I can give anything up, because nothing is essential when you refuse to imprison life in a narrative”