Moon lady

“I’ve always tried to make a home for myself, but I have not felt at home in myself. I’ve worked hard at being the hero of my own life. But every time I checked the register of displaced persons, I was still on it. I didn’t know how to belong. Longing? Yes. Belonging? No.”

— Jeanette Winterson, Why Be Happy When You Could Be Normal? 

Don’t be afraid to suffer—take your heaviness / and give it back to the earth’s own weight; / the mountains are heavy, the oceans are heavy.

Rainer Maria Rilke, The Poetry of Rilke; “Sonnets to Orpheus” (tr. Edward Snow)

things that evoke an incommunicable feeling: trains, 5pm, august, revisiting a place you haven’t seen in a long time, reuniting with an old friend, city balconies at night, being the only person awake in the house, noticing a new grey hair or wrinkle on your loved one, opening a letter that either bears good or bad news, initials carved into trees,