“But why do I notice everything? She thought. Why must I think? She did not want to think. She wanted to force her mind to become a blank and lie back, and accept quietly, tolerantly, whatever came.”
—Virginia Woolf, The Years
Make Believe Part 2.
This is one too many silhouettes in a row, but I hope I’m not boring you with them. I do try to make them different and interesting.
“I’m good at loving books. I’m good at loving soft bed sheets. I’m good at loving coffees and teas. I am good at loving things that can’t love me back, that don’t have the power to leave. And maybe, that’s why I love them.”
Is it just me or you don’t really realise how drunk you are until you are in a bathroom alone???