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November 23, 2022
“And when the trees cast shadows, I seemed to hear a voice saying: Teach him the shadow-language! The world is an experiment, and it’s enough that this…
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Nicola Maye Goldberg
November 23, 2022
“That night, I realized that I was uncomfortably comfortable with funerals, even ones for fourteen year old girls who died in freak accidents. That…
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Nicola Maye Goldberg
November 22, 2022
“Doctors called it psychosis, but I called it channeling. A channeling of ghosts or angels or God himself that these voyeurs bore witness to. They…
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Nicola Maye Goldberg
November 21, 2022
“What mattered to me was the private space between people, the length of bedsheet between you and the person with whom you shared your luck at the end…
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Nicola Maye Goldberg
November 20, 2022
“All the sharp corners on things like dressers and bedside tables and doors had been bevelled off and sanded round and smooth, so it all looked a little…
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Nicola Maye Goldberg
November 19, 2022
“I enroll in her lecture. I write a forty-four page paper on silence so she’ll notice me.” Today’s story is “The Professor” by Sabrinah Orah Mark Read…
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Nicola Maye Goldberg
November 18, 2022
“Montse asked the Señora about the key around her neck. It wasn’t a real question, Montse was just talking so that she could stay a moment longer. But…
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Nicola Maye Goldberg
Breakfast Stories
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