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bloodshot dreams At 2:30 AM in a small apartment in France, everything went sideways. Flying across an ocean to meet someone you’ve fallen in love with through letters can be both an incredibly romantic gesture and a spectacular failure. Sometimes simultaneously. After traveling for hours and battling sleep through what felt like the most important

remains We tell stories about who dead people were. We make connections between their choices, their struggles, their moments of grace or failure. This can feel like wisdom. As if we’ve learned something true about them now that the noise of their existence has ceased. We might even experience guilt that it took their dying