Ephemerality

I do very badly without a lover. I pine, I sigh, I sleep, I dream, I set the table for two and stare into the empty chair. I could invite a friend — sometimes I do — but that is not the point; the point is that I am always wondering where you are even when you don’t exist.

—“All I Know About Gertrude Stein”, Jeanette Winterson, Granta 115: THE F WORD (via jennirl)

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