‘But the mingled, mingling threads of life are woven by warp and woof: calms crossed by storms, a storm for every calm. There is no steady, unretracing progress in this life; we do not advance through fixed graduations, and at the last one pause…’
Sunday, March 20, 2016
Maggie Nelson, The Art of Cruelty
‘The spectre of our eventual “becoming object” - of our (live) flesh one day turning into (dead) meat - is a shadow that accompanies us throughout our lives.’
