injured books

Near the top of each page a new story would begin, go on
for a while, reach the end of the page, and never end. One
would become lost in story after story, set on edge, anxious
to find out what would finally happen. And always, nothing,
no matter where one found oneself in any story at the
end of the page it was over. You would never know how each
story might have ended. At the end of the page it was over.
We took these books with us to desert islands.

(Dara Wier, from Remnants of Hannah.)

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