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The thing about a dying relationship is that you start living life in reverse. The intimacy slowly disappears until you reach a point where it would once again be strange for you to touch this woman you barely know.
There are compelling ideas here, but they remain at the margins of the narrative
I remember being eighteen or nineteen years old, alone in my room, awake until the early hours of the morning, poring over video after video of debris and smoke and people falling from the sky and different angles of collisions and flames and collapsing buildings
