Memories are killing. So you must not think of certain things, of those that are dear to you, or rather you must think of them, for if you don’t there is the danger of finding them, in your mind, little by little.
Memories are killing. So you must not think of certain things, of those that are dear to you, or rather you must think of them, for if you don’t there is the danger of finding them, in your mind, little by little.
“we live in a / world of / bodies or / not if the / falling trees / don’t kill / the chimps / the lack of / habitat will / they squawk / as they swing / from branch / to branch / o-o-o-awak! / with those / miraculous / hands the / butterflies / killed off / by the new- / wave pollen”
Maggie Nelson | “The World”