The Trial 1962

yes...

to love someone is firstly to confess: i'm prepared to be devastated by you. by A History of My Brief Body by Billy-Ray Belcourt

Joyce Carol Oates, "The Mercy"

Marcel Proust, from a letter featured in The Selected Letters of Marcel Proust

Rainer Maria Rilke, from a poem titled "You Who Never Arrived," featured in Selected Poems

I looked at my mother because I was a version of my mother. I looked away from my mother because I was a version of my mother. I was me, but I was also her—my mother, and I understood this all too well.

— Nora Lange, "Dog Star", pub. The Rupture (#120)

Dante Gabriel Rosetti, Veronica Veronese [1872]

Simone Weil, Gravity and Grace

“…what qualities can I count on in myself? A horribly keen awareness of sensation and an all too deep consciousness of feeling… A sharp self-destructive intelligence and an extraordinary talent for dreams to entertain myself with…”

— Fernando Pessoa, from The Book of Disquiet