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01:15 // 221107

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Anaïs Nin, from Henry and June: From “A Journal of Love,” The Unexpurgated Diary (1931-1932) of Anaïs Nin

Text ID: “Are you afraid to be loved less?” / “Yes. Quite definitely. I keep a kind of shell around me. I want to be loved.”

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Simone de Beauvoir, from Letters to Sartre; September 8th, 1939

Text ID: I'm with you, I feel your presence in every one of my thoughts—we really are one person,

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Susan Sontag, from As Consciousness is Harnessed to Flesh: Journals and Notebooks, 1964-1980

Text ID: I must take / responsibility for / everything I do; I / am the author of / my life

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𝚁𝚊𝚋𝚒𝚗𝚍𝚛𝚊𝚗𝚊𝚝𝚑 𝚃𝚊𝚐𝚘𝚛𝚎 𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝙱𝚘𝚛𝚍𝚎𝚛𝚕𝚊𝚗𝚍 – 𝟿 [𝟷𝟿𝟹𝟽-𝟷𝟿𝟺𝟷]

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Fernando Pessoa // Michel Foucault

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and i am afraid to admit that i still often wonder about a world in which i no longer exist.

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Rachel Mennies, from "April 18, 2017," The Naomi Letters

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An emptiness so vast I can’t tell if I am in it or it in me.

Richard Jackson, from “Elegy Just in Case,” Asheville Poetry Review (2022)

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Fernando Pessoa // Michel Foucault

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Marguerite Duras, from Writing

Text ID: I understood that I was alone with my writing, alone and far away from everything.

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Marian Engel, from Notebooks: "Ah, Mon Cahier, čoute"

Text ID: The need to be loved is still so all-consuming that one day it will be the death of me.

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Fernando Pessoa // Franz Kafka

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— Rainer Maria Rilke, transl. by J.B Leishman, from Poems 1906 to 1926 (New Directions Books, 1957)

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Bernhard Schlink, The Reader (translated by Carol Brown Janeway)

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sometimes i think i am empty, when i am actually full of sadness

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— Sylvia Plath, from "Letters Home"

[text ID: I write only because there is a voice within me that will not be still.]