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Erin J. Mullikin I Was (Sometimes) Alone for These Films II

If we say a star is quiet, it is the truth. Nothing in space makes a noise we can hear, this relationship built on distance and the time to cross a distance, and light. But to me, even the idea of space is too heavy, incomprehensible. It’s just a nothing with things suspended in it. How was I to spot my own feelings about the physical universe when I learned the order of the planets in the 2nd grade, when we saw the Challenger explode on the school TV? I try not to step too much into the past though my chest is usually full of air. How is it that a plane can stay up, but for all my willing, I can’t? I mean, last night I dreamed of my dead dog. I had her with me at my mother’s house and I had to put her to sleep myself. I had to give her the injection, and I did, but she wouldn’t die. She was a lot like the last time I saw her, only not. The gravitas. I mean, I have trouble going to sleep when I’m alone, and this makes me very brave. Another thing you should probably know is that I conduct affairs that ultimately confront my death all the time, though not in earnest.

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