“ Old age robs you of every last illusion, even the belief in your own goodness. ”
She could stand to think that life’s experiences, good and bad, died with the body, but she couldn’t bear to believe that the dreams vanished too, those exquisite flights of reverie that never actually happened. All those experiences you can have for free. How could they burn and turn to ash? She would disappear one day, too, both her flesh and the woman she dreamed herself to be.
~ Jill Ciment
If you look closely you'll find all my lovers inscribed on my skin.
The stupid girl thinks Muslim is a language.
