What if I told you I’m incapable of tolerating my own heart?

“All you need now is to stand at the window and let your rhythmical sense open a…”

“Memory is the seamstress, and a capricious one at that. Memory runs her needle …”

“I to my friends, to my own heart, I to seek among phrases and fragments somethi…”

“And here it would seem from some ambiguity in her terms that she was censuring …”