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2002-05-28

Vincent van Gogh
B. 3.30.1853 Groot Zundert, Holland / D. 7.29.1890 Auvers, France
Suicide / Revolver

You know how you can sometimes feel the words building up between your ears�the way they trickle like sand into your jaw muscles and clog them�all the way to your lips and their furrows, there�s pressure. Your pen tip�s a minuscule drain; its metronomic hovering half-an-inch above the page contributes nothing to the process of relief. Too long to be stuck on a bad stretch of sentence, up to your chin in broken variations on the same false start. . .twenty-five failures later, just to see whether anything would have followed, you end it quite arbitrarily.
What am I fourteen?

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