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You lost your God so you
cannot even pray, and anyway, prayer is just confessing one’s desire
and it’s not that you don’t know what you want, it’s that you don’t
know what to do about it.
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‘You look like you got hit by a bus, and you dusted yourself off,
and did it again for the hell of it. You look like you’re wondering when
the next time you can get hit by that bus is.’
In your kitchen, you wonder what your tears are for: the loss of him or the loss of yourself?