The Argonauts

by Maggie Nelson

I’ve also always thought it a little romantic—the romance of letting an individual experience of desire take precedence over a categorical one.

You’re the only one who knows when you’re using things to protect yourself and keep your ego together and when you’re opening and letting things fall apart, letting the world come as it is—working with it rather than struggling against it. You’re the only one who knows. And the thing is, even you don’t always know.