February 2012
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I have to make my own way.
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Catch a Body →
Salinger, I’m sorry, but “Don’t ever tell anybody anything” is a string of words I would like to wrap up in canvas and sink to the bottom of the Hudson, or extract by laser from the ribcage of all of us who ever believed it, who felt afraid to miss someone, to be the last one standing. “Tell everyone everything” is not exactly right, but I do believe that if your mother looks radiant in violet...
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And if all that is meaningless, I want to be cured
Of a craving for something I...
– T.S. Eliot, The Cocktail Party
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