Piranesi

‘Batter-Sea is not a word,’ I said at last. ‘It has no referent. There is nothing in the World corresponding to that combination of sounds.’

Perhaps that is what it is like being with other people. Perhaps even people you like and admire immensely can make you see the World in ways you would rather not.

The Folded-Up Child is a skeleton

Perhaps that is what it is like being with other people. Perhaps even people you like and admire immensely can make you see the World in ways you would rather not.

The World feels Complete and Whole, and I, its Child, fit into it seamlessly.

It is not his fault that he does not see things the way I do.

It is not his fault that he does not see things the way I do.

It is not his fault that he does not see things the way I do.

As if merit was a function of chronology!

In my mind are all the tides