my mother works as an assistant night-administrator at Lakeland Regional Hospital, and her job keeps her away six evenings a week, with heavy overtime; thus the situation in my home, that quiet night, was entirely within accepted tradition: over the last ten years my mother and I have regularly gone for days without seeing one another;
– The Lost Scrapbook p. 12

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but no: this is not progress, this is not achievement, it is much the opposite: I am a figure on a treadmill, and my steps are delivering me nowhere: I can displace nothing; going past Bennett Street, then past Seminole Street, then continuing past Sunset, storefront-glass gives way to rot-wood houses which give way to the green sweep of Meador Park; but nothing changes, nothing is removed: I am traveling nowhere;
– The Lost Scrapbook p. 8

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