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The Twelfth of June (On Capitalism, Love and Things in between)

“I am one for whom company is myself. But therein is my fear of that brand of desire that births love: the arrival of change. That, for so long, I’d been doing all these things alone. That I do things alone. That I had been making sense of myself, alone. I mean, I can be happy alone. I can be sad alone. I can dance alone. I can be upset alone. But I cannot desire by myself, cannot quite activate the agencies of love without another’s presence. Desire is a feeling that by nature involves another subject, and that arrival creates quite an extraordinary experience for me - for anyone -, its intricacies largely unknown, tensed, possibly overwhelming, constantly being reshaped. What am I losing of myself?”

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In May, It Is Everything

 “When loss occurs, and after many years, it seems like that loss might have been explored and reconciled. But anyone living with the loss of someone they loved quite equally as they love the ongoing of life knows that to be untrue; that loss has no summary or tidiness, that the feeling is disruptive no matter how long ago it exacted itself. The geometry of loss is cunning like that, almost like a lover who hasn’t decided if or not they want to commit to you. There are strange odd days, and days when you’re sure that nothing else matters, when you are washed pure with gratitude for having even known them...”

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Running (to Stand Still)

The very first time you admit to it, you will be overwhelmed by a feeling of shame, a shame you hadn’t owned before the confession so it sits useless and awkward in one side of your brain as you lament with limited eye contact, that your brain, on some days, goes in a different direction

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