Saturday, November 21, 2009

Fierce Attachments

“I told him then how I had hungered for a life like his but that I hadn’t ever had it, that I’d always felt marginal, buried alive in obscurity, and that all the talk I manufactured couldn’t dissolve out the isolation. I told him how sometimes I wake spontaneously in the night and I sit up in bed and I’m alone in the middle of the world. 'Where is everybody?' "

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