darkspark
beautiful prose and poetry.
This is how Juliette, at 3.37 p.m., watched the turning pages… …of that object known in journalese as a magazine And this is how, 150 frames later, another young woman, her twin… …saw the same object. Where, then, is the truth...
‘You were the welcome trap, what they used to call the devil, and my rescuer, who pulled me out of my trap, what they used to call the saviour. To renounce you, my failure, would be the ultimate failure, what they used to call pride.’ ...
‘I lose you just as I lose myself, because I want you beyond the limits of my words, and I only know you through my words, just as I know myself. You’re my loss, my impatience. I want to withdraw from your absence, into what? Into endless impatie...
‘To the day we were mad, the night drew us to itself until we tried to turn away and faced only more dark. We realised we’d crossed the day from day one, by the very presence of the night, which never engulfed us, which for us was impure. We were...
‘I can’t see you, I can only talk to you, talk with you. Should I turn to you or away from you? I look for you and see what hides you, I talk and hear what conceals my meaning.’ ...
‘I had more or less whole wholes from rare moment to moment like those pockets in time with [ ] or should I say whole holes those moments of fictive truth or truthful fiction dare I say presence I dare not but I held on tight I bounced between hope...
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