Extract from "An Assemblage..."
I’m more aware of death these days than when I was younger. That may not be unusual. I see people around me, those I know and don’t, pass away, and I think, that will be me one day. Everyone close to me, too. There is no escape. A woman cycles her bike and is killed by a tank round in Bucha, Ukraine. The old woman across the street dies in her sleep. Th…
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