“Being able to write becomes a kind of shield, a way of hiding, a way of too instantly transforming pain into honey.”
“Pain has a way of clipping our wings and keeping us from being able to fly.”
“Writing is one of the ways I participate in transformation.”
“Humor was a good way to hide the pain.”
“I hate them for not being in pain like me, hate them for being able to enjoy themselves. Hate myself for feeling that way.”
“The trace left behind is substituted for the practice. It exhibits the (voracious) property that the geographical system has of being able to transform action into legibility, but in doing so it causes a way of being in the world to be forgotten.”