ackroyd-sorrow

March 7, 2025

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Sorrow was always the bedfellow of depravity.

Thought:

“I’ve forgotten the words with which to tell you. I knew them once, but I’ve forgotten them, and now I’m talking to you without them.”

Marguerite Duras

Christian Molenaar

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  • Yeah, There Was Always Going to Be a June 5, 1968
  • Dogs Are All the Time Licking My Hand
  • Should He Remember?
  • Blooming