A common and avoidable misery of our times is in perceiving always a need for a new start or clean slate, and having opportunity for it.
A far-off, long approaching animate spark. A flame, a dot suspended in eternity dissolved by midnight oblivion and not extinguished.
Mostly, the writing is a figuring out of things. A naturally occurring process which, when with interfered by my own confused and fearful intemperance, it is quickly understood that a necessary something is lost; A clear and perhaps sometimes simple – sometimes savage veracity, that retains yet a dimension of frightful grace and symmetry that I cannot tolerate yet for having no answer for as though one were needed, and the babel hides me well.
To be escaped, or seized?
Would he sloth with present wit or through the arcs of novel ages, chase bewilderment?
Does he alight directly and soft or by rough practicality?
You can tell much about a man by his travels.
There was a time, when I allowed feeling to guide my actions in life. And that really is all that I can say about that time.
Alexandra in Amérique du Sud
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