gogol-joy

September 21, 2024

But nothing is lasting in this world. Even joy begins to fade after only one minute. Two minutes later, and it is weaker still, until finally it is swallowed up in our everyday, prosaic state of mind, just as a ripple made by a pebble gradually merges with the smooth surface of the water.

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Thought:

“I study your sleeping form / at the bottom of the pool / like a house I could return to,

like a head to be cradled in the arms. / Unless you are asleep I cannot make my way / across the night / and through my isolation.”

Anne Carson | “TV Men: The Sleeper”

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