Alone, alone. I am alone – I ache … Yet for the first time, despite all the anguish and the reality problems, I’m here. I feel tranquil, whole, ADULT.
----Susan Sontag, As Consciousness is Harnessed to Flesh: Journals and Notebooks, 1964-1980
Alone, alone. I am alone – I ache … Yet for the first time, despite all the anguish and the reality problems, I’m here. I feel tranquil, whole, ADULT.
----Susan Sontag, As Consciousness is Harnessed to Flesh: Journals and Notebooks, 1964-1980
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