Status Updates From The Body: An Essay

51. Underneath the covers, the message would always be different: the white bird flying overhead would reveal itself as an emblem of hope; a sigh would be a sign of white flowers held while wearing a white dress; a shiver would be interpreted to mean a shaking of spring leaves, blossoms, or rain; her name, sounding from his mouth, would mean whatever the dream wished it to mean.

Ik kan niet slapen, ik geef mezelf een uur om het uit te lezen🏇

*guy who has only read house of leaves voice* woah this is just like house of leaves!

“Everything I do, I do because I know I am dying. My most favorites of things are optical illusions. We don’t be come senile or ‘lose our minds,’ it’s just that as we get older, we have more to think of in less time—we must think of more in a compressed amount of time. (…) Is anything I say real? And by real, I mean sincere—or is everything an attempt to procure love?”