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my dreams involve all of my fears obviously I often dream that I’m talking to my white supremacist uncle confronting him but also been confronted by him this man who actively wants to convert me because I’m the intellectual in the family I dream of going back to teaching teaching literature to kids who don’t know how to read because reading is a vestige of the old civilization of sadness silence waiting internalization memory all the things that we’re probably discarded destroyed it’s embarrassing to see how everything is changed from the supposedly primitive Middle Ages when Grace and Harmony and Order built cathedrals with their supposedly primitive means
