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Thursday, January 27, 2005
"All at once, as it seemed, something we could have only imagined was upon us - and we could still only imagine it. This is what fasciantes me most in existence: the peculiar necessity of imagining what is, in fact, real."
"Yet looking at the buildings and the bodies, and hearing the silence of the place, with the grand Italianate basilicia standing there deserted, and beds of exquisite, decadent, death-fertilized flowers blooming over the corpses, it was still strangely unimaginable. I mean one still had to imagine it."
From We Wish To Inform You That Tomorrow We Will Be Killed With Our Families
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