Totally unrelated, all-consuming, unanswerable thoughts for a gray day in the harbor:
Just finished Hunger by Knut Hamsun. Wow.
Suffering from strange, expected waves of homesickness and a newfound feeling of independence. I am a walking contradiction of emotion.
Vulnerable and powerful...in control and completely alien. Gut-wrenchingly satisfying.
Consider the dialogue between our social construction of what it means to be "feminine" or "masculine." Then consider how silent this conversation is.
Textual universe. Published. Stream-of-experience-impossible-to-capture. What is your definition of truth?
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