At times there are bears. Often there are sisters. In the evening there is darkness and in the daytime there is light. I know that there are apples, and I know that there are breadcrumbs, and I know that there is porridge. I know that one must eat, and I know that one must never ever eat what one is given. I know that the young despair of dying and the old despair of living. I know that sound portends something to fear and silence equally so. I know that there is a private life of want among animals unlike that which we attribute them. I know that time and the body exist despite their frailty in dreams. I know that buildings are empty or full, and that whatever can reflect will reflect. I know that there are sacks and boxes and buckets. I know that human triumph is never fully redemptive. I know that recollected in the air are all the stories told of all time, each taking up a little space, and I know, despite everything, that the end, when it comes, is almost always the end.
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So when people I like do something terrible,” I said, “I just flense them and forgive them.” ”Flense?” he said. “What’s flense?” “It’s what whalers used to do to whale carcasses when they got them on board,” I said. “They would strip off the skin and blubber and meat right down to the skeleton. I do that in my head to people—get rid of all the meat so I can see nothing but their souls. Then I forgive them.
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