“I used to imagine adventures for myself, I invented a life, so that I could at least exist somehow.”— Fyodor Dostoyevsky, Notes From Underground.
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That something is called a tragedy, however, means it is no longer personal. One weeps out of private pain, but only when the audience swarms in and claims understanding and empathy do people call it a tragedy. One’s grief belongs to oneself; one’s tragedy, to others.
Yiyun Li, To Speak Is to Blunder (via provst)The sky is naked. She has unbuttoned her stars.
Dylan Thomas, from Early Prose Writings & Stories; “Spajma & Salnandy,”