Dept. of Speculation

What Rilke said: I want to be with those who know secret things or else alone.

The only love that feels like love is the doomed kind

When she tells people she might move to the country, they say, “But aren’t you afraid you’re going to get lonely?”

Get?

How is that even possible?” the philosopher says. “He’s one of the kindest people I’ve ever met.”

She knows. She knows. So it begs the question, doesn’t it? Did she unkind and ungood and untrue him?

Sometimes at night I conduct interviews with myself.

What do you want?

I don’t know.

What do you want?

I don’t know.

What seems to be the problem?

Just leave me alone

Remember this sign, this tree, this broken-down street. Remember it is possible to feel this way. There were twenty days on the calendar, then fifteen, then ten, then the day I packed my car and left. I drove the length of two states, sobbing, heat like a hand against my chest. But I didn’t. I didn’t remember it.

I decide to make my class read creation myths. The idea is to go back to the beginning. In some, God is portrayed as a father, in others, as a mother. When God is a father, he is said to be elsewhere. When God is a mother, she is said to be everywhere.

hate often and easily.

The invention of the ship is also the invention of the shipwreck

The reason to have a home is to keep certain people in and everyone else out.