robberechts-choice

March 7, 2025

Sooner or later words force one into a choice, a narrowing down, at some point the lustrous density of all the unexpressed possibilities must be attacked, pulverized, melted down, dissolved.

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“I don’t want to be alone. I want to be left alone.”

Katharine Hepburn

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