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288 pages, Hardcover
First published June 20, 2020
“she is in all of his spaces and all of his thoughts. he contemplates formulas and degrees of rationality and they all turn into her. he thinks about time, which has only recently begun, or at least now feels different. he thinks: the babylonians were wrong; time is made of her.”↠ 3.5 stars
There was nothing worse than being predictable. Nothing smaller than feeling ordinary. Nothing more disappointing than being reminded she was both.
Can you love my brain even when it is small? When it is malevolent? When it is violent? Can you love it even when it does not love me
I could study you for a lifetime, carrying all your peculiarities and discretions in the webs of my spidery palms, and still feel empty-handed
‘When you learn a new word, you suddenly see it everywhere. The mind comforts itself by believing this to be coincidence but isn’t—it’s ignorance falling away. Your future self will always see what your present self is blind to. This is the problem with mortality, which is in fact a problem of time.’
“Can you love my brain even when it is small? When it is malevolent? When it’s violent?
Can you love it when it doesn’t love me?”