The edges of the space are edges of the things you love, whose inconcinnities make your mind move. And there is Eros, nervous realist in the sentimental domain, who acts out of love of paradox, that is as he folds the beloved object out of sight into a mystery, into a blind point where it can float known and unknown, actual and possible, near and far, desired and drawing you on.
pg. 109-110
— Mar 12, 2025 08:55PM
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