travelogue

“It was the beginning of June; summer was arising out of spring, like an aloe from a field of grass.”

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"[T]he reason it’s written this way, in these snippets of time, is because that’s what they remember. Like, what do you remember about the day you were drafted? I remember standing next to Ilya. I remember the way he looked in that suit. I remember seeing him up there with his dad and wondering what his dad was like. And I remember not listening to my mom. And then, boom, what’s the next thing you remember? I remember not being able to sleep and I went to the gym and there he was. Like, all of their memories- it’s told in a language of memory, and sex is such a powerful part of the memory-scape of this thing."

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