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I was, to the world out there, where I could not live but had to move, not lovely but ridiculous. 💔 The script I was writing as high drama appeared to others a farce!”

Even if I find the connection, bring it up, it will be, you know, some gordian knot, black and slippery with sea musk, and I, swordless, wordless, will be stuck holding it with the tips of my fingers and watching it drip on the rug.

Finally I stayed crouched in one corner of my living room couch, my thoughts reverberating inside my skull as though it were an iron bell, their ringing so loud that, terrified, I would call George at work and beg him to come home.

“Because moral choice is always a lonely matter.”

“In a life in which survival is based on barter, love can be a pitifully small coin.”