When the disaster comes upon us, it does not come. Maurice Blanchot (I) Far outside of my warren, gray covered subjects sleep uncomfortably strapped to faux coach lights in front of each foreclosed home. They loll their heads from side
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10. A small capsule entered orbit on November 3, 1957. As it circled above, the sound of a heartbeat was transmitted back to Earth. Millions of people crowded around radios to hear the Soviets’ achievement, and for several hours a
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She came for a marriage, but the salesman said that the model she wanted was no longer available. Down a labyrinthine hallway they walked, past rows of closed doors, rusty water fountains, a long expanse of plastic grass. “When I