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“Let no one mistake us for the fruit of violence - but that violence, having passed through the fruit, failed to spoil it.”

Is that what art is? To be touched thinking what we feel is ours win, in the end, it was someone else, and login, who finds us?

What is my sadness is actually my most brutal teacher? And the lesson is always this: You don’t have to be like the buffaloes. You can stop.

Sometimes being offered tenderness feels like the very proof that you’ve been ruined.

And what do you do to a boy like that but turn yourself into a doorway, a place he can go through again and again, each time entering the same room? Yes, I wanted it all. I drove my face into him as if into a climate, the autobiography of a season. Until I was numb.

Having nothing, it becomes its own contract, a testimony of presence.

I don’t know what I’m saying. I guess what I mean is it sometimes I don’t know what or who we are. Days I feel like a human being, what other days I feel more like a sound. I touch the world not as myself, but it’s an echo of who I was. Can you hear me yet? Can you read me?

to say, possessing a heartbeat is never a simple as the hearts task of saying yes yes yes to the body.

Freedom is nothing but the distance between the hunter and its prey