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  • techgolem shared from Salon by Salon
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  • techgolem shared from Granta 124: Travel (Granta: The Magazine of New Writing) by John Freeman
    it occurred to me then that I might be dead, that this is probably what happened to souls such as mine in the afterlife. No harp-bearing angels. No pearly, luminescent gates. Just a small, dark room in some generic suburban development and a lunatic woman talking in plural pronouns.
  • techgolem shared from The Brief History of the Dead: A Novel by Kevin Brockmeier
    Their other hands were concealed behind a salt and pepper caddy on the back side of the table, where they could lace their fingers together without anybody watching. They looked like two embarrassed teenagers on a first date. And, simultaneously, they looked like an old couple who had been holding hands so long that they no longer distinguished between the times when they were touching and the times when they weren’t. It was sweet.