The cosmetics that had seemed superfluous were necessary now, not to improve her but to define her somehow. - Jhumpa Lahiri

I returned to my existence, the existence I had chosen instead of you.

Is there any place we’re not moving through? Disoriented, lost, at sea, at odds, astray, adrift, bewildered, confused, uprooted, turned around. I’m related to these related terms. These words are my abode, my only foothold.

Americans, in spite of their public declarations of affection, in spite of their miniskirts and bikinis, in spite of their hand-holding on the street and lying on top of each other on the Cambridge Common, prefer their privacy.