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Ray, On Writing

In 100 on November 17, 2019 at 8:36 pm

Ray says I must start with life, to bisect my animus and delve deep into the love and hate. I need to collect my most percipient memories: the moments that define my gradients and what I spit.

I have many.

I have held the warm hand of a dying man who held his consciousness so acutely. I have the knowledge of how after someone dies, for a time, all new moments are painted in an oily sheen of grief. For the greater the love, the greater the inevitable collateral of loss: by the laws of nature someone must die first. 

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