Not everything has to mean something: Dear Stranger, Extant in Memory By The Blue Juniata

Sunday, October 22, 2017

Dear Stranger, Extant in Memory By The Blue Juniata

"So little of what one is threads itself through the eye of empty space.

Never mind
The self is the least of it.
Let our scars fall in love."

— Galway Kinnell, featured in The Book of Nightmares

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"This is where the story starts, in this threadbare room. The walls are exploding. The windows have turned into telescopes. Moon and stars are magnified in this room. The sun hangs over the mantelpiece. I stretch out my hand and reach the corners of the world. The world is bundled up in this room. Beyond the door, where the river is, where the roads are, we shall be. We can take the world with us when we go and sling the sun under your arm. Hurry now, it's getting late. I don't know if this is a happy ending but here we are let loose in open fields."

- Jeanette Winterson

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