| 12345678 | author: Grant Morrisoncontent: Your head's like mine, like all our heads; big enough to contain every god  and devil there ever was. Big enough to hold the weight of oceans and the turning  stars. Whole universes fit in there! But what do we choose to keep in this miraculous  cabinet? Little broken things, sad trinkets that we play with over and over. The  world turns our key and we play the same little tune again and again and we think  that tune's all we are.id: e5c55d6e-bc0a-4205-aecd-28fdd55df9a2
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