montana

“And all the parts of me that are ugly and lonely and horrible and sad will be the parts of me that other people hold close to themselves and fine a secret resonance with, and about which they say to themselves: I know that thing too, when I'm all alone that's how I feel too. And even if nobody says those words out loud, right then, we will be feeling the same feelings so strongly that we will forget that we aren't of one body, one mind, one tenuous heart. And if it isn't my play, then I will still be part of that collective witnessing organism, still be a single cell within a warm and gazing animal. It's the sort of feeling that becomes a constant longing. It's the sort of longing upon which you build an entire life.”
― Jen Silverman, We Play Ourselves