A review by mmardybum
Recollections of My Nonexistence by Rebecca Solnit

yall should always listen to the stars.

what is armor after all but a cage that moves with you.

also,

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things are one way, then another. and the transitions are hard to mark. the present becomes the past through increments too small to measure. suddenly something that is, becomes something that was, and the way we live is not the way we lived.

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you dont really know what you do when you write, because it depends on how people read.