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From one side to the others.
An intersection is a crossing, and a dangerous one at that.
How to get alone with others.
Get ready to take everyone as “other.”
That look on your face?
It is like a word I know too well, but have not read in many years.
An other in Taiwan.
I wonder how I would have been had I been raised where my parents were raised. Yet I would not be “me” without this American-ish life.
A nonsensical counterfactual.
It is meaningless to ask what “I” would be like if I had been born in another time-space, to another set of parents, within another body. I am my concrete situation (my world, family, and embodiment) and then some (an “other”).
Art of Aphorism 
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