Cleanness

by Garth Greenwell

after being silent for so long I spoke too much.

the perspective that limited his grief would also limit his love, which, having taken the measure of its bounds, he could never again imagine as boundless.

how much we lose in gaining this truer vision of ourselves,

what’s the good of a movement without any ideas.

energy without a plan can’t build anything, it’s more likely to make things worse.

however perfectly we speak a foreign language speaking it too casually feels like imposture,

we can never be sure of what we want, I mean of the authenticity of it, of its purity in relation to ourselves.

I’d rather live ten years the way I want than live forever and be miserable, I want to be happy.