She repeats things until they are true, or until she can’t tell whether they are true or not. She has become an expert at confusing what is with what was with what should be with what could be.
Yesterday I wanted to turn inside out.
I got tired, I told him. Not worn out, but worn through. Like one of those wives who wakes up one morning and says I can’t bake any more bread.
I am willing to be annoying if that’s what was necessary.
Nine out of ten significant people have to do with money or war!
I wanted so much to have a life. Even just once, even for a second.
Things were happening around us, but nothing was happening between us.
I believed him. I was not stupid. I was his wife.
I wanted to hit him. I wanted to hold him. I wanted to shout myself into his ear.
I observe, I write, I try not to remember the life that I didn’t want to loose but lost and have to remember, being here fills my heart with so much joy, even if the joy isn’t mine, and at the end of the day I fill the suitcase with old news.
I try not to remember the life that I didn’t want to lose but lost and have to remember.
If god exists, he is not to be believed in.
The sky slowly pulled up its blue dress to reveal night.
What kind of world would we create if three times a day we activated our compassion and reason as we sat down to eat, if we had the moral imagination and the pragmatic will to change our most fundamental act of consumption?
He Wrote, Are you OK? I told him, My eyes are crummy. He wrote, But are you OK? I told him, That’s a very complicated question. He wrote, That’s a very simple answer. I asked, Are you OK? He wrote, Some mornings I wake up feeling grateful.
But come. No explaining or mending. Be beside me somewhere.
Compassion is a muscle that gets stronger with use, and the regular exercise of choosing kindness over cruelty would change us.
I got incredibly heavy boots about how relatively insignificant life is, and how, compared to the universe and compared to time, it didn’t even matter if I existed at all.
Animal agriculture makes a 40% greater contribution to global warming than all transportation in the world combined; it is the number one cause of climate change.
Then I have some bad news for you, because humans are going to destroy each other as soon as it becomes easy enough to, which will be very soon.