Status Updates From Las olas

Waves of hands, hesitations at street corners, someone dropping a cigarette into the gutter - all are stories. But which is the true story? That I do not know. Hence I keep my phrases hung like clothes in a cupboard, waiting for someone to wear them. Thus waiting, thus speculating, making this note and then another, I do not cling to life. I shall be brushed like a bee from a sunflower.

I am merely "Neville" to you, who see the narrow limits of my life and the line it cannot pass. But to myself I am immeasurable ... Beneath my eyes opens - a book; I see to the bottom; the heart - I see to the depths.

“We suffered terribly as we became separate bodies.” (173,Bernard)

absolutely wonderful section starting p170: “now to sum up…now to explain to you the meaning of my life.” (Bernard)

“I think sometimes (I am not twenty yet) I am not a woman, but the light that falls on this gate, on this ground.”