Was that what it meant to be alive – moving from a brightly lit corridor into a darkened room at every step? Sometimes it felt that way.

Was that what it meant to be alive – moving from a brightly lit corridor into a darkened room at every step? Sometimes it felt that way.

– Kevin Brockmeier –

The Brief History of the Dead

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