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Avoiding Conversation at a Bar: Or, Recalling “Hand with Reflecting Sphere”

It’s that pleasure of cold, salt,that light carbonated sugar—alcohol and silence, remembrance—an implied comfort, familiarity,strangeness; I wanted to be there.Sitting—here—in an empty divewhere any somebody could benobody because everyoneis preoccupied with nothing.The music is melancholy—how I imagine you are.But you … Continue reading

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