I'm sorry. This is diary, not enlightenment.

“As soon as whatever provisional well of confidence dries up, I will feel like a…”

“Writing to you is like some embarrassing remake of Waiting For Godot. Why don't…”

“That was the next-to-last time I felt any desire. And he was pale and tall (how…”

“If only I could cry. I am beyond that. The light, the light, lending itself to …”