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“The act of writing in real time in order to deflect, escape, or slow it down is obviously futile yet not entirely fruitless.”
― Patti Smith, Year of the Monkey

“Nobody knows what's going on. We are thrown across our lives by winds that started blowing millions of years ago.”
― Miranda July, All Fours

“I thought of Thomas Paine‘s words: these are the times that try men’s souls. Outside, the rain ceased but high winds remained. And what was truth remained the truth. It was the last day of the year of the monkey and the golden cockerel was crowing, for the insufferable yellow-haired confidence man had been sworn in, with a Bible no less, and Moses and Jesus and Buddha and Mohamed seemed somewhere else entirely.”
― Patti Smith, Year of the Monkey

“There’s this idea in psychoanalysis that I’ve always liked.” Julian pulled himself closer and rested his head in the crook of Paul’s arm. “It’s that what we call ‘love’ is actually letting your identity fill in around the shape of the other person—you love someone by defining yourself against them. It says loss hurts because there’s nothing holding that part of you in place anymore. But your outline still holds, and it keeps holding. The thing you shaped yourself into by loving them, you never stop being that. The marks are permanent, so the idea of the person you loved is permanent, too.”
― Micah Nemerever, These Violent Delights