The story of my life doesn’t exist. Does not exist. There’s never any center to it. No path, no line. There are great spaces where you pretend there used to be someone, but it’s not true, there was no one.
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The story of my life doesn’t exist. Does not exist. There’s never any center to it. No path, no line. There are great spaces where you pretend there used to be someone, but it’s not true, there was no one.
“You know what I love? Silence. I sit in the dark in silence a lot of nights, which my wife thinks is a little strange. But the kids go to bed, my wife goes to bed. If I can, I watch a movie, an old movie usually. And then, I come back into the house. I love how quiet it is and how dark it is. Two minutes, just sit there. It’s been very restorative.”
James Gray