Tuesday Mooney Talks To Ghosts

by Kate Racculia

the reward for achieving one’s goals wasn’t total satisfaction. It was a new, vague itch. For something else, something unknown and as yet unnamable.

the power, the necessity, the elemental beauty of refusing to stop becoming.

the mystery of being not what one seemed, and not one thing only, but being, being nonetheless.

and love isn’t any one kind of thing.”