When you play the field selfishly everything
works against you:
one can’t insist on love or
demand affection.
you’re finally left with whatever
you have been willing to give
which often is:
nothing.

“nothing can save you except writing. it keeps the walls from failing.”

“what matters most is how well you walk through the fire”

“أسفل الجادّات وأعلاهاالبشر يتألمون؛ينامون متألمين، يستيقظونمتألّمين؛حتى المباني ت…”

“I had no interests. I had no interests in anything. I had no idea how I was goi…”