Now, Now. Here, Here.

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December 2011

276 posts

I often feel like I want to think something but I am unable to find the language that coincides with the thoughts, so it remains felt, not thought.

“Yes, I was infatuated with you: I am still. No one has ever heightened such a keen capacity of physical sensation in me. I cut you out because I couldn’t stand being a passing fancy. Before I give my body, I must give my thoughts, my mind, my dreams. And you weren’t having any of those. ”

“You disappear so completely into your head sometimes,” he said. “I wish I could follow you.”

“So many people are shut up tight inside themselves like boxes, yet they would open up, unfolding quite wonderfully, if only you were interested in them.”