The Road / Cormac McCarthy

Just remember that the things you put into your head are there forever, he said. You might want to think about that.
You forget some things, don't you?
Yes. You forget what you want to remember and you remember what you want to forget.
Cormac McCarthy, The Road
"To live a creative life we must lose our fear of being wrong." Joseph Chilton Pearce

"If you press me to tell why I loved him, I feel that this cannot be expressed,
except by answering: Because it was he, because it was I."
Michel de Montaigne, "Of Friendship"

Monday, May 30, 2011

anatomy of a heartbreak

My heart gets cold and empty as it sinks with every beat. I don't know if that's what you feel when your heart is being broken.

I had imagined you could actually hear the heart splinter into its atria and ventricles, into its four chambers; and the atrioventricular and sinoatrial nodes would rip, the strings of your heart dangling from its walls; and your capillaries would burst into bruises; your veins, greener, mapping out the sad traffic of your body; your arteries, purpler, as if your heart was once drenched in his wine.
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