From the blind assassin

” A space that defines itself by not being there at all”

” Tell me where it hurts…. but some people can’t tell where it hurts”

” More and more I feel like a letter, deposited here, collected there. But a letter addressed to no one”

“There’s no place like home. No place=home. Therefore, home=no place. Therefore, home does not exist. Home is where the heart is, I thought now…..I had no heart anymore, it had been broken; or not broken, it simply wasn’t there anymore.”

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