Cormac McCarthy, July 20, 1933 – June 13, 2023
In the end, she had said, there will be nothing that cannot be simulated. And this will be the final abridgment of privilege. This is the world to come. Not some other. The only alternative is the surprise in these antic shapes burned into concrete.
mourning a great loss
image: Blood Meridian,Cormac McCarthy,
text: The Passenger,Cormac McCarthy,
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