The Sky (2017) Natalie Shapero Whatever I care for, someone else loves it more, deserves it more: the doe with her whole mouth crushing the phlox or the seer who adores my future, whereas I could take it or leave it. I know I’ll disappear. It won’t be glamorous. It won’t be like when the Mona Lisa was stolen and the tourists all lined up to pay their respects at the empty spot on the wall of the Louvre. I’ve never actually even seen the sky. I’ve only ever seen effluents, seen wattage. The only night I remember is the dinner of neighbors at which a man I never had met before said I don’t fear dying— look at the past, people have been dying forever, and— then he stopped and shook his head— I drank too much. I was almost saying that people have died forever and all of them survived, but of course—he made a hard laugh—God, of course they didn’t survive. --

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