If you have taken this rubble for my past raking through it for fragments you could sell know that I long ago moved deeper into the heart of the matter If you think you can grasp me, think again: my story flows in more than one direction a delta springing from the riverbed with its five fingers spread -Adrienne Rich
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We’re the middle children of history, man. No purpose or place. We have no...– Chuck Palahniuk