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The Wit and Wisdom of Cats & Kittens

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“When you get to the Food Hall, you eat and you drink. You're starving by the time you arrive, so you pretty much stuff your face with everything. Pomegranate pips. Mushroom caps. Blood-red wine. Soda pop. Cinnabuns. Spicy Girl rolls. This thing you had once on vacation with your parents, at a bed-and-breakfast that hasn't been there for a decade. This other thing you couldn't have eaten while you were alive, even if you wanted to, because the restaurant that makes it won't open for years. That's the cool thing about the Food Hall. It serves, like, everything. Anything. Whatever you want. Whatever you feel. It's full of coffee shops and grocery stores and restaurants. There's bodegas and clam bakes and a whole island of cheese. Imagined places to hit up for imaginary meals. Carbon copies of your favorites from the Living world. It's endless. All-you-can-eat. Edible Eden, basically. And it's all there to feed you because that's the whole reason the Food Hall exists--- to nourish the spirits of the Afterlife. To help us get full so we can move On to our next lives.”

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Book:Aftertaste
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“The moon: in that luminous face one can behold those tired phases that bring only disappointment and no satisfaction; the impulses governing its expression remain patternistic, its cycles of transition easily predictable. With moderated temperament it commands the capricious sea: its diametric opponent, in whose helpless defiance, arises an empty, albeit elegant promise, an ever-changing flicker of reflected light, a simultaneous opening and closing of paths to be traversed, a vacillating hope and disillusionment in whose unsettling direction emerges something one might wish to call, even under the hardened visage of sky, a marginal sense of freedom. To walk upon the decks of ramshackle vessels rising and descending in patterns indeterminate, to lean in ecstasy over their shaky rails to witness the splendor of that which transforms immediately upon being witnessed and which transforms thereby the witness in question: it was these flights of reverie that appealed better to one’s imagination than the lean pragmatism of predictable transition.”

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Book:Inward and Toward
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