From ed9cc301468d26b7d5df07882916c5beafe12f11 Mon Sep 17 00:00:00 2001 From: Madison Scott-Clary Date: Fri, 15 Sep 2023 09:40:10 -0700 Subject: [PATCH] update from sparkleup --- writing/3/terrifying/engagement.html | 12 ++++++------ 1 file changed, 6 insertions(+), 6 deletions(-) diff --git a/writing/3/terrifying/engagement.html b/writing/3/terrifying/engagement.html index 0d20e85f4..fe6398f80 100644 --- a/writing/3/terrifying/engagement.html +++ b/writing/3/terrifying/engagement.html @@ -15,18 +15,18 @@

Engagement

And what of it? What of all of this? Waving my hand at the previous however many hundreds of words, I might ask, “Why the fuck does it matter?”

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There are many things that I might ask. There are many things that I have asked, even in these last however many thousands of words. Questions and questions

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There are many things that I might ask. There are many things that I have asked, even in these last however many thousands of words. Questions and questions…

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So, do you want to know the answer?

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So, do you want to know the answer?

I don’t know.

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It is strange that you sound unsure.

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It is strange that you sound unsure.

Why?

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There are twenty-two questions on the previous page. Twenty-five if you count mine — and I suppose that whether or not we are to include those is the crux of the issue. If that is not bemoaning the lack of answers, I do not know what is. It is strange that you would be unsure whether or not you want to know the answer.\footnote{\cite[32]{ally-making-of}}

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There are twenty-two questions on the previous page. Twenty-five if you count mine — and I suppose that whether or not we are to include those is the crux of the issue. If that is not bemoaning the lack of answers, I do not know what is. It is strange that you would be unsure whether or not you want to know the answer.\footnote{\cite{ally-plurality}}

But there is that one that sticks in the craw: ‘why?’ Why do I worry so much, and what, pray, might I do about it?

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But the living always make the mistake of too sharp a distinction.\footnote{\cite[17]{duino}}

I hold in tension within myself the idea that the only way out is through — through to the void, through that narrow gate, through to darkness — and just how unfair it would be of me to choose that. -((Struggling against the instinct to escape, suicidality))

+((Struggling against the loss of unity, and then struggling against a sense of the half-sensed loss of Slow Hours))