But, like ivy, we grow where there is room for us. - Miranda July

No one's keeping track — no one's making of an archive of these "unimportant" things, you know… but now we have an archive … and in a way, the second there's many, it becomes proof of something, something that's so unspecific — that it's — that it's lively — to me that's really alive — that kind of half nauseous, half beautiful feeling.

I wish there were a class where we could just keep going around the circle. around and around, until we had finally said everything about ourselves.

I expelled my dust, the powder of everything I had destroyed with doubt, and he pulled it into his lungs.