Snoopy After Reading White Nights By Dostoevsky

I hate victims who respect their executioners.

Jean-Paul Sartre

Anaïs Nin, from a diary entry featured in The Diary of Anaïs Nin Volume 1 1931-1934

Franny Choi, from “Catastrophe is Next to Godliness”

“And so I ask myself: 'Where are your dreams?' And I shake my head and mutter: 'How the years go by!' And I ask myself again: 'What have you done with those years? Where have you buried your best moments? Have you really lived? Look,' I say to myself, 'how cold it is becoming all over the world!' And more years will pass and behind them will creep grim isolation. Tottering senility will come hobbling, leaning on a crutch, and behind these will come unrelieved boredom and despair. The world of fancies will fade, dreams will wilt and die and fall like autumn leaves from the trees. . . .” ― Fyodor Dostoevsky, White Nights

La Chimera (2023)

Manhattan is a Lenape Word, Natalie Diaz | Winter Without You, Sarah Kay 

[ Text ID: It is December and we must be brave. / It is December and nobody asked if I was ready. ] 

I am not meant for casual love. I was born for soul consuming love and obsession.