“These late afternoons fill me, like a sea at high tide, with a feeling worse than tedium but for which there’s no other name. It’s a feeling of desolation I’m unable to pinpoint, a shipwreck of my entire soul.”— Fernando Pessoa, The Book of Disquiet
“I adore the struggle you carry in yourself. I adore your terrifying sincerity.”
“How my own body, empty, clean of secrets, knows how to carry her, knows we were all meant for something.”— Ada Limón, from “The Carrying”