Checkout 19

• duckducker

  2023-07-28
  It was the beginning. Something in me began or was perhaps realised when Lucy Honeychurch threw her postcards into the River Arno, and twenty or so years after reading A Room with a View for the first time I went back to it, because I had a need, as anyone does when they feel they’ve lost their way, to get right back to the beginning of myself.
• duckducker

  2023-07-30
  The strands are all flying, quivering, intermingling into the web, the waters are shaking the moon.
• duckducker

  2023-07-30
  The book the Russian man has seen fit to give me is by Friedrich Nietzsche and the name of it is Beyond Good and Evil and I am beyond unnerved because it is aborrently clear that the reason why the Russian man has seen fit to give me this book is because despite time and again rolling his jars of pickled vegetables and tins of omega-rich fish across the scanner deliberately without uttering a word more than the amount due, a minor yet far-reaching aspect of my disposition in the periodic presence of the Russian man nonetheless and has given me away, unveiled a secluded modicum of my deeper substance, for there is the proof right beside me, that the Russian man has seen through my ruffled yet unbroken flesh. Straight into the quickening revolutions of my supremely aberrant imaginings.
• duckducker

  2023-07-28
  Perhaps there has been operating in me a belief that men do not throw anything into water besides hooks and stones. That the impulse to release a thing into the drift is a female one. Perhaps I consider that impulse to be exclusively female because I understand it to be an immemorial tremor, somewhere between rebellion and collapse.
• duckducker

  2023-07-28
  "We do not grow absolutely, chronologically. We grow sometimes in one dimension, and not in another: unevenly. We grow partially. We are relative. We are mature inone realm, childish in another. The past, present, and future mingle and pull us backward, forward, or fix us in the present. We are made up of layers, cells, constellations."
• duckducker

  2023-07-28
  Strictly speaking, one does not acquire the library--it comes to you.
• duckducker

  2023-07-28
  I was already experiencing the sensation by this time that I was outside of the world, looking in, and the feelings that sense mostly gave rise to were ones of forlornness and anguish. Sat on the edge of my rosebud-patterned bed, repeating my grandmother’s mantra, however, I felt noble, mysterious, and independent.
• duckducker

  2023-07-28
  She baked fruitcake, for one thing, that tasted of marmalade and cigarettes.
• duckducker

  2023-07-28
  One cannot see the future of something learned.