“ We are all dying one by one. We all smell of mortality, and we can't wash it off. ”
There is no future without a past, because what is to be cannot be imagined except as a form of repetition.
~ Siri Hustvedt
Not telling is just as interesting as telling I have found. Why speech, that short verbal journey from inside to outside can be excrutiating under certain circumstances is fascinating.
We chart delusions through collective agreement.
I was happy without having sought happiness.
