It Goes

My self-perception is Sylvia Plath’s oven.

“If you’re in a relationship, sometimes you probably feel like you’re fighting a caged death-match with an invisible spider monkey. And the monkey is rabid. And you don’t have any legs. And then a buffalo jumps in there and starts head-butting everything and your face catches on fire and there is a general atmosphere of chaos.”

“Methinks that what they call my shadow here on earth is my true substance. Methinks that in looking at things spiritual, we are too much like oysters observing the sun through the water, and thinking that thick water the thinnest of air.”

I’m ambivalent, I’m Andrew Bird’s Jacques Cousteau underneath the Atlantic.  Lull lull lull lull lull.

“Of those who were born as men, all that were cowardly and spent their life in wrongdoing were transformed at the second birth into women…Such is the origin of women, and of all that is female.” - Plato

How do you take yourself seriously?

Vladimir Nabokov thought that life’s most intense pursuits were writing and butterfly hunting, and I think he was probably right.  But they’re definitely not life’s hardest pursuits.