I didn’t feel like I was in my own body; my body was just a lonely, temporary container I happened to be borrowing.
- Haruki Murakami,
South of the Border, West of the Sun
Please don’t, above all, plant me in your heart. I grow too quick.
-Rainer Maria Rilke,
Sonnets To Orpheus
More and more I found myself at a loss for words and didn’t want to hear other people talking either. Their conversations seemed false and empty. I preferred to look at the sea, which said nothing and never made you feel alone.
The Paris Wife