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Strange...

the way you feel you exist when you see your name online, she said. And how it stays there, as opposed to the old days when your byline was there in Features on Monday, gone on Tuesday. Is the figure in the mirror me, a representation of me, or what? (And who cares? Zen mantra: qui je suis, ne sais pas, repeat x times a day for x years and you can come back as a clothes peg.)

And another thing that used to--probably still does, but I haven't given it much thought lately--puzzle me is why when you are present at an "event" and then catch the same event on the evening news it has more "reality." 

Reality is burying your old manuscripts in the Sahara when strangers in Hummers arrive.

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