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[proximoception]

And I love that he never says these things - because what good did any of that do? But they are felt. They're there to be found. And even if you haven't found everything, and I haven't, it finds you in its fashion, like Albert found Tsun (could there be a more beautiful rewriting - and justification - of Kafka's "Before the Law"?). Narrative haunting and overflow aren't all that common, and the air drinks up most ghosts and fluids. Above all, I'm in awe of this story's ability to keep awing me. It's a hole in a wall where I'd sure like to be on that other side, and sometimes a hole where I am.