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"Somethings can only be seen in the shadows"
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Susan Sontag, from As Consciousness is Harnessed to Flesh: Journals and Notebooks, 1964-1980; February 20th, 1970
Text ID: All pain enrages. Why am I not in contact with my anger? What do I feel? Depression. But that means I am “depressing” another emotion. Despair, then. But despair is a conclusion one draws from a history of pain (it’s happening again).
Susan Sontag, from As Consciousness is Harnessed to Flesh: Journals and Notebooks, 1964-1980; February 17th, 1970
Text ID: I don't feel guilt at being unsociable, though I may sometimes regret it because my loneliness is painful. But when I move into the world, it feels like a moral fall—like seeking love in a whorehouse.
Marguerite Duras, from The Easy Life
Text ID: He was a thing that could no longer be saved, abandoned.
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Marguerite Duras, from The Lover
Text ID: to devour and be devoured,
May Sarton, from Journal of a Solitude [ID in alt text]
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“You’re getting one more try before we call it for today.” As he spoke, Elias folded his coat, delicately lining the embroidered edges with one another for a crisp pleat. he set the cloth aside before readying himself for, what he hoped, would be a more successful attempt on their part. They looked exhausted but perhaps that might work in their favor?
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Hearing the gate creak open, Elias lifted his head. The large skull and horns lumbering into view like an eldritch flower amongst the greenery that was the garden.
“Oh. You’re back early.” Hands clapped together, wiping off the majority of dirt and debris from his palms before he slapped them onto his knees, bracing himself to stand. “Unable to find what you wanted in town?” He almost sounded happy about the latter.
Marguerite Duras, from The Lover
Text ID: I am worn out with desire.
“Do you want me to tuck you in?”