" I think, well, I just wanted the pleasure without feeling. But something holds me back. There is in me something untouched, unstirred, which commands me. /That/ will have to be moved if I am to move wholly. "
Anaïs Nin, from Henry & June; A Journal of Love: The Unexpurgated Diary of Anaïs Nin (1932–1934)
" Everywhere
I could hear myself calling.
I migrated away from my
Self. It was cold there. "
I could hear myself calling.
I migrated away from my
Self. It was cold there. "
Rebecca Morgan Frank, from “Leda, After”
