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Frédéric Chopin – Nocturne in F minor, Op. 55, No. 1 – Idil Biret

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Hala Alyan, from "Interactive :: House Saints"

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Saeed Jones, How We Fight for Our Lives

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Ottessa Moshfegh, My Year of Rest and Relaxation

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Lindsey Pruitt

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read me

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Juan Ramón Jiménez, tr by Robert Bly, from Selected Writings; “The Suns you Shall See,”

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How I loved her and loved her. Distant mother, sea, endlessly passionate sea, nothing but water and moon, nights and nights.

Juan Ramón Jiménez, tr by Robert Bly, from “Nocturne,” wr. c. 1916 (via violentwavesofemotion)

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AZRA TABASSUM (or @5000letters)

from My Heart is Full of Open Windows;

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Chain Belt

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I think the chasm between our souls is too wide. Or who knows: when it comes to marriage, perhaps it’s actually an advantage if the chasm is wide—if it were smaller, I might be tempted to try to bridge it, and that could never end well. The woman I could reveal myself to doesn’t exist. But still: to live by her side and never give her access to my true self, my real concerns—could I treat a woman that way? Let her embrace a stranger believing it’s me—could I do that? Yes, I suppose I could. That’s probably what always happens. We know so little about each other. We embrace a shadow and love a dream.

Hjalmar Söderberg, from Doctor Glas (Anchor, 2002; first published 1905)

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Jenny Holzer

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Susan Sontag, As Consciousness Is Harnessed to Flesh: Journals and Notebooks, 1964-1980