Owen Contri

“It’s not fair that I’ve had so much privilege. And by privilege I mean life.”
― Myriam Gurba, Mean

“Sometimes you read something and a thought that was floating around in your veins organizes itself into the sentence that reflects it.”
― Claudia Rankine, Don’t Let Me Be Lonely: An American Lyric

“In my dream I apologize to everyone I meet. Instead of introducing myself, I apologize for not knowing why I am alive. I am sorry. I am sorry. I apologize. In real life, oddly enough, when I am fully awake and out and about, if I catch someone’s eye, I quickly look away. Perhaps this too is a form of apology. Perhaps this is the form apologies take in real life. In real life the looking away is the apology, despite the fact that when I look away I almost always feel guilty; I do not feel as if I have apologized. Instead I feel as if I have created a reason to apologize, I feel the guilt of having ignored that thing—the encounter. I could have nodded, I could have smiled without showing my teeth. In some small way I could have wordlessly said, I see you seeing me and I apologize for not knowing why I am alive. I am sorry. I am sorry. I apologize. Afterwards, after I have looked away, I never feel as if I can say, Look, look at me again so that I can see you, so that I can acknowledge that I have seen you, so that I can see you and apologize.”
― Claudia Rankine, Don’t Let Me Be Lonely: An American Lyric

“He may attempt suicide, often not with the intent to die but to feel something, to confirm he is alive.”
― Jerold J. Kreisman, I Hate You—Don't Leave Me: Understanding the Borderline Personality