Status Updates From The Waves

memory is a mud-stained poem. “This is poetry if we do not write it” (as we do not); “the poet who has written this page (what I read with people talking) has withdrawn. There are no commas or semi-colons. The lines do not run in convenient lengths. Much is sheer nonsense. (Neville, 142)

thinking of u bel 🥰

again and again ❤️‍🩹

from just the first chapter i already know that i prefer this to mrs dalloway

pour l’instant je m’ennuie infiniment

had to go back a few pages to know where i was at 😜

"'Let me then create you. (You have done as much for me.)"

The entirety of Chapter 11 >>>>>>>>>>>>>

"There was a star riding through clouds one night, and I said to the star, "Consume me." "

"But I am also one who will force himself to desert these windy and moonlit territories, these midnight wanderings, and confront grained oak doors. I will achieve in my life — Heaven grant that it be not long — some gigantic amalgamation between the two discrepancies so hideously apparent to me."