Maybe there’s something mistaken in this desire men have to instruct us; I was young at the time, and I didn’t realize that in his wish to transform me was the proof that he didn’t like me as I was, he wanted me to be different, or, rather, he didn’t want just a woman, he wanted the woman he imagined he himself would be if he were a woman. For Franco, I said, I was an opportunity for him to expand into the feminine, to take possession of it: I constituted the proof of his omnipotence, the demonstration that he knew how to be not only a man in the right way but also a woman. And today when he no longer senses me as part of himself, he feels betrayed. I
Suddenly he thought oh Diane you're not worth it. You can't be worth it. No one on earth except maybe a guy's mother could be worth so much pain.
"The road was unpaved but not untravelled. It looked as if it might
see several vehicles a day. Maybe there were trucks that used it as a shortcut."
Sayfa 122
A Tough Time
“I was a student of philosophy,”
said the guy at the end of the bar.
“good,” said a guy at the middle
of the bar.
“how’d you like to come down
here and lick my balls?”
Science tells us that the “grey zone” between life and death is a mysterious place. There’s a singular point at which we are not one thing or another. Or rather we are both. alive and dead. And in that moment, between the two binaries, sometimes just sometimes we turn ourselves into Schrödinger’s cat, who may not only be alive or dead, but maybe every quantum possibility that exists in life with the universal wave function, including the possibility, where we are chatting in a communal kitchen, in Longyearbyen at one in the morning.
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