Just finished You Shall Know Our Velocity. It may be the saddest book I ever read. Reading it, reading the end, is knowing such loneliness, but such hope, such exuberant hope in the face of loneliness, wedged between someone else�s death and your own, constantly hurrying to try and cram as much life into each moment as you can but always running out of time, never getting to do that one last thing you wanted to do, and returning home sad and exhausted, knowing you blew it, but trying all the same to reconcile these shortcomings and celebrate the joy you did know, while running to escape one injury and heading directly towards another. We can never ever know everything, feel every joy or every hurt. But that�s not an excuse to stop trying.

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