Feather Metsch

“I can negate everything of that part of me that lives on vague nostalgias, except this desire for unity, this longing to solve, this need for clarity and cohesion. I can refute everything in this world surrounding me that offends or enraptures me, except this chaos, this sovereign chance and this divine equivalence which springs from anarchy. I don’t know whether this world has a meaning that transcends it. But I know that I do not know that meaning and that it is impossible for me just now to know it. What can a meaning outside my condition mean to me? I can understand only in human terms.”
― Albert Camus, The Myth of Sisyphus and Other Essays

“I’ve got a sweet tooth and you are my remedy
I’ve got a game that’s sort of like a parody
You be the Marilyn and I’ll be the Kennedy
We can kiss till our minds reach ecstasy
Stay up until sunrise and make love recklessly”
― Soroosh Shahrivar, Letter 19

“We are each our own best effort. And we’re satisfied until we see a photograph or hear a recording of our voice. All the worse is the torture of video, to witness the squawking, gawky monster we’ve created. The you that you’ve chosen from all possible yous to create. The one life you’ve been given, and you’ve dedicated it to perfecting this staggering yammering artificial Frankenstein’s monster stitched together from the traits of other people. Anything original, anything innately you, it’s long ago been discarded.”
― Chuck Palahniuk, The Invention of Sound

“We sat there, passing it back and forth until my head felt think and skull-less.”
― Ocean Vuong, On Earth We're Briefly Gorgeous