Jan. 5th, 2015
The story must go on with me, carrying me inside it, along the track it must travel, straight to the end, weeping like a train and deaf and single-eyed and locked tight shut; although I hurl myself against the walls of it and scream and cry, and beg to God himself to let me out. |
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let me tell you a few things about regret, my darling. there is no end to it. you cannot find the beginning of the chain that brought us from there to here. should you regret the whole chain, and the air in between, or each link separately, as if you could uncouple them? do you regret the beginning which ended so badly, or just the ending itself? |