He seemed to be waiting for me to move forward. Weren't we all. - Miranda July

Then I realized that we all think we might be terrible people. But we only reveal this before we ask someone to love us. It is a kind of undressing.

Like a rich person, I live with a full-time servant who keeps everything in order — and because the servant is me, there’s no invasion of privacy.

This person mourns the fact that she has ruined her one chance to be loved by everyone; as this person climbs into bed, the weight of this tragedy seems to bear down upon this person’s chest. And it is a comforting weight, almost human in heft. This person sighs. This person’s eyes begin to close, this person sleeps.