“ Our conversations were like sex, our sex like conversation. ”
We see nobody clearly. We see only the ghosts of absent others, and mistake for reality the fictions we construct from blueprints drawn up in early childhood. This is the problem.
~ Patrick Mcgrath
Soon enough the tears came but of course nobody came down to see if she was all right, it was just the slut in the kitchen who'd ruined their lives, getting drunk of neat gin and howling for her lost lunatic offer.
Solitude is a terrible thing, for it permits the imagination to picture, in detail, that which perhaps should never be articulated.
Isolated people, those who live alone, are always conscious of their condition in the homes of families.
