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If your lover lives in Hong Kong and cannot get to Chicago, it will be necessary for you to go to Hong Kong. Perhaps you will spend your life there, and never see Chicago again. And you will, I assure you, as long as space and time divide you from anyone you love, discover a great deal about shipping routes, airlines, earthquake, famine, disease, and war. And you will always know what time it is in Hong Kong, for you love someone who lives there. And love will simply have no choice but to go into battle with space and time and, furthermore, to win.
James Baldwin, Nothing Personal
It's not too late to suppress all of your wants and desires and to die unfulfilled and afraid without anyone ever having really known you.
The Princess Out of School, 1901
Edward Robert Hughes
In the Same Space by C. P. Cavafy
"The Resemblance Between Your Life and a Dog" by Robert Bly
Sylvia Plath, The Bell Jar
heartstrings I (2013) by selma alaçam
A wave of blood goes up to my head, my stomach shrinks together, as if something dangerous has just missed hitting me. It's as if I've been caught stealing, or telling a lie; or as if I've heard other people talking about me, saying bad things about me, behind my back. There's the same flush of shame, of guilt and terror, and of cold disgust with myself. But I don't know where these feelings have come from, what I've done.
Margaret Atwood, Cat’s Eye
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Fontainebleau State Park, Louisiana by Lana Gramlich