There Is No Doubt That Running Away

I Have Been Here Five Days. I Have Decided On A Place To Eat In At Midday, A Place To Eat In At Night, A Place To Have My Drink In After Dinner. I Have Arranged My Little Life.

As Soon As I Turned The Key I Saw It Hanging, The Color Of Fire And Sunset. The Colour Of Flamboyant Flowers. ‘if You Are Buried Under A Flamboyant Tree, ‘ I Said, ‘your Soul Is Lifted Up When It Flowers. Everyone Wants That.’ She Shook Her Head But She Did Not Move Or Touch Me.

Sometimes The Earth Trembles; Sometimes You Can Feel It Breathe.

For The First Time She Had Dimly Realized That Only The Hopeless Are Starkly Sincere And That Only The Unhappy Can Either Give Or Take Sympathy--even Some Of The Bitter And Dangerous Voluptuousness Of Misery.

...i Know All About Myself Now, I Know. You've Told Me So Often. You Haven't Left Me One Rag Of Illusion To Clothe Myself In.