As soon as I write something on the page, it’s separate from me. I want things to sound like a diary and to sound confessional, but they’re also not real and full of lies.
As soon as I write something on the page, it’s separate from me. I want things to sound like a diary and to sound confessional, but they’re also not real and full of lies.
“Words don’t change their shape, they change their meaning, their function… They don’t have a meaning of their own any more, they refer to other words that you don’t know, that you’ve never read or heard… you’ve never seen their shape, but you feel… you suspect… they correspond to… an empty space inside you… or in the universe…”
Marguerite Duras