“[…]and then it hits me. I’m not anxious, I’m lonely. And I’m lonely in some horribly deep way and for a flash of an instant, I can see just how lonely, and how deep this feeling runs. And it scares the shit out of me to be so lonely because it seems catastrophic - seeing the car just as it hits you.”
“…to rust. To wonder how to digest defeat instead of vomiting it in the middle of the night, and go back to one’s bed and pull up the covers.”
neither awake nor asleep, was the most bearable part of this day.
“Tell me what it looks like when the olive groves have burned, and mist rolls in at dawn over charred earth and sifts between skeletal branches. It may take this scorching to make peace on earth. The last pyres have petered out. If bones stick from ash, they are barely distinguishable from roots. In the emptied groves, among twisted ghostly forms, we dreamed justice was done.”
The carbon particles move the fastest because they’re afraid of dying.
“What I cannot see is how,
From the green wave rising,
Out of water, Oh Aphrodite,
You bred a flame.”
“The happiness of the drop / is to die in the river.”
“Still tired. More tired. Tireder, tiredest, tired ad nauseam, tired infinitum.”