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a you-shaped hole in the universe Celia Paul, Ocean Vuong, Owen Gent, Alejandra Pizarnik (trans. Yvette Siegert), Karman Verdi, Edna St Vincent Millay
Detachment is power. Acceptance is power. Clarity is power.
So empty
Trista Mateer, "Baggage", from Honeybee
Honestly, between your death and me, it doesn’t matter or I don’t know or I wasn’t looking or I couldn’t see because I’ve made a home out of how much I miss you and there’s no one here to tell me I should leave.
— Saeed Jones, from "Saeed, How Dare You Make Your Mother into a Prelude," Alive at the End of the World
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— Maggie Nelson, Bluets
In the winter I don’t have a body so when the spring comes it’s hard but then by summer I say okay fine I have a body and I throw it into water and feel better
“That’s what winter is: an exercise in remembering how to still yourself then how to come pliantly back to life again. An exercise in adapting yourself to whatever frozen or molten state it brings you.”
— Ali Smith, Winter
...no words could be bitter enough, no day could be long enough. There is just no end to it. Disappointment. I eat and drink it. I wake and sleep it.
Marilynne Robinson, from Gilead
Jean-Paul Sartre, from No Exit and Three Other Plays; “The Flies”
Text ID: But I—What am I but an empty shell? Some creature has devoured me, gnawed out my inner self.