amelia’s Reviews > Alone With You in the Ether > Status Update

whatever you are made of, charlotte regan, i am made of it too.

it’s about sharing things—experiences, feelings. art is something we do to feel human, not because we are.

that to love a person was to forfeit the need to place limits on them, and therefore to love was to exist in a constant, paralyzing threat.

last part 💔💔💔

every time you love, pieces of you break off and get replaced by something you steal from someone else.

so this is what it is to love something you cannot control, he thought. it felt precisely like terror.

so when people say we’re alone in the ether…?
alone in everything. in time and space, in existence, in religion.

if this is what it is to burn, he thought, then i will be worth more as scattered ash than any of my unscathed pieces.

i want you to say everything, anything. i want to have your thoughts, i want to bottle them, i want to put them in my drawer for safekeeping.