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diff --git a/meltsand.tex b/meltsand.tex index 9699a0e..a70cfaf 100644 --- a/meltsand.tex +++ b/meltsand.tex @@ -4,7 +4,7 @@ \pdfvariable suppressoptionalinfo \numexpr1+2+4+8+16+32+64+128+256+512\relax \usepackage{fontspec} -\setmainfont{TeX Gyre Schola} +\setmainfont{TeX Gyre Pagella} \setsansfont{TeX Gyre Heros} \usepackage[scheme=plain,fontset=fandol]{ctex} \setCJKmainfont{Noto Serif CJK SC} @@ -12,7 +12,7 @@ \usepackage{microtype} \usepackage{unicode-math} -\setmathfont{TeX Gyre Schola Math} +\setmathfont{TeX Gyre Pagella Math} \usepackage{amsmath} \usepackage{rotating} @@ -181,6 +181,18 @@ Here you go. Your gift. \end{minipage} } +\rotatebox[origin=c]{1}{% + \begin{minipage}[t]{\linewidth} + Would your response to ``do you love me'' be the same as your response to this question? + \end{minipage} +} + +\rotatebox[origin=c]{5}{% + \begin{minipage}[t]{\linewidth} + \scriptsize\itshape Perhaps. I guess. + \end{minipage} +} + \chapter{The multiplicity returns} May the ashes of my heart drift gently into the abyss of memory, @@ -243,4 +255,32 @@ existence, my experience of being part of a society, and the limitations of being a human being. It's a powerful form of escape, one that I fear when sober, but cling on to when desperate. +\appendix + +\chapter{You, Again} + +{}\hfill\textsc{Adrienne Rich} + +\microtypesetup{protrusion=false} + +Some nights I think you want too much. From me. I didn't ask\\ +to parse again your idioms of littered\\ +parking lots your chain-linked crane-hung sites\\ +limp once more your crime-scene-festooned streets\\ +to buildings I used to live in.\quad Lose my nerve\\ +at a wrong door on the wrong floor\\ +in search of a time.\quad The precision of dream is not\\ +such a privilege. I know those hallways tiled in patterns\\ +of oriental rugs those accordion-pleated\\ +elevator gates. Know by heart the chipped\\ +edges on some of those tiles. You who require this\\ +heart-squandering want me wandering you, craving\\ +to press a doorbell hear a lock turn, a bolt slide back\\ +---always too much, over and over back\\ +to the old apartment, wrong again, the key maybe\\ +left with a super in charge of the dream who will not be found + +\microtypesetup{protrusion=true} + + \end{document} |