Yet I’ve read all seven volumes, all 4,215 pages, all 1,267,069 words of In Search of Lost Time, and although I now readily acknowledge it as one of my favorite works of art, I’m still hard-pressed to explain why.
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“What I am trying to say is that place can be simulated, but the simulation has limits. My Dad was born in Detroit, and he was—and remains—a fan of the Detroit Lions.
The Detroit Lions are perhaps the worst team in NFL history—the first team to have a winless season.”
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No one can fully understand the dissolution of marriage outside of the couple. The little ways that couples cut and cut and cut at each other are too individualized. Yet this song was such a deep embodiment of my feelings about my marriage at the time.
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This was the first of several instances like this, where joyful moments were interrupted with outages that seemed to mock you for your leisure, forcing you to stop whatever you were doing until some basic modicum of service had been restored.
I read through the drafts. All of them because I don’t want to make easily dismissible arguments against the Empire. The stakes are too high.
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I had been scanning the city, looking for something to remind me of the Kunming I once knew, and found the first continuity in this man and his madness.
“The first time I participated in a sit-in in front of Woolworths, I ran, when the police appeared. As the activism continued, that fear and the importance of being counted changed proportions.”
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The names of Breonna Taylor, Rayshard Brooks and Elijah McClain emerge, phoenix-winged. In Los Angeles, police fire rubber bullets into peaceful gatherings
As had been suggested to me over and over, I was very likely the first black woman many Kunmingers had ever met. Being first meant carrying the burdens that came with it.
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We live in a world where millions of people grow up in one language and live and work in another, yet the stories of migrations across languages are rarely told.
