I love. I have loved. I will love.

I hate to be where she is not, when she is not. And yet, I am always going. - Henry deTamble

Sleep is my lover now, my forgetting, my opiate, my oblivion.

I’m curious about things that people aren’t supposed to see—so, for example, I liked going to the British Museum, but I would like it better if I could go into all the offices and storage rooms, I want to look in all the drawers and—discover stuff. And I want to know about people. I mean, I know it’s probably kind of rude but I want to know why you have all these boxes and what’s in them and why all your windows are papered over and how long it’s been that way and how do you feel when you wash things and why don’t you do something about it?

What is more basic than the need to be known? It is the entirety of intimacy, the elixir of love, this knowing.

And Clare, always Clare.

I love. I have loved. I will love.