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"It's  excessively  strange,  isn't  it? " she  said. "How  we  can  only  be  finite  but  not  know what  it  encompasses."

entry no.14;
Dissolving  into  the  frames  of  ghosts  long  gone; timelines  wilting,  wilting.  Everything  sketched  in  concentric  circles  like  widening  ripples  along  the  seams  of  my  sight,  stretching  until  the  first  tear.  In  the  summer;  everything  melts  without  torridity's  assistance;  think  I'm  too  far  to  see  your  candles. 
entry no.27;
He  said  I  was  beyond  names  and  I  banished  him (I  gave  him  his).