reading Paul Kalanithi's When Breath Becomes Air, a piece of high octane award bait about being a talented neurosurgeon and ~philosopher of mortality~ then finding out you're going to die young of cancer, and there's this passage in it that is just bugging the shit out of me
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this latter seems like the best explanation for how the passage could have made it through every editor on the project without some kind of world-model consistency being imposed on it; if he were trolling he'd have marked it up as stet early and often
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so this is my current attempt to figure out in what fashion exactly a dead dude is making fun of me for reading his book, hope you've had fun on this journey
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