The texts we write are not visible until they are written. Like a creature coaxed from out a deep wood, the text reveals itself little by little.
The texts we write are not visible until they are written. Like a creature coaxed from out a deep wood, the text reveals itself little by little.
“Eros is an issue of boundaries. He exists because certain boundaries do. In the interval between reach and grasp, between glance and counterglance, between “I love you” and “I love you too,” the absent presence of desire comes alive. But the boundaries of time and glance and I love you are only aftershocks of the main, inevitable boundary that creates Eros: the boundary of flesh and self between you and me. And it is only, suddenly, at the moment when I would dissolve that boundary, I realize I never can.”
Anne Carson | Eros the Bittersweet