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The tip of Gloria’s cigarette now looks as if she’s repeatedly bashed it into a flat, hard surface, desperate for something to happen. While the world continues coinciding almost exactly with itself, we rage and rejoice, love and lament. We editorialize ourselves as actors at history’s epicenter. And then another fraction of a second passes, and again there we are.⠀