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i believe this day will come. it is, though, taking longer than expected.

whatever i do, however i find a way to live, i will tell these stories. i have spoken to every person i have encountered these last difficult days, and every person who has entered this club during the awful morning hours, because to do anything else would be something less than human. i speak to these people, and i speak to you because i cannot help it. it gives me strength, almost unbelievable strength, to know that you are there. i covet your eyes, your ears, the collapsible space between us. how blessed are we to have each other? i am alive and you are alive so we must fill the air with our words. i will fill today, tomorrow, every day until i am taken back to god. i will tell stories to people who will listen and to people who don't want to listen, to people who seek me out and to those who run. all the while i will know that you are there. how can i pretend that you do not exist? it would be almost as impossible as you pretending that i do not exist.

-from dave eggers' what is the what