If I see someone I see the ghost of them, the air around them, and where they’ve been. If I see a city I see it’s living ghostliness—the stray looks, the dying hands. I see it’s needs and its discomforts locked in apartments.

Cities collect people, stray and lost and deliberate arrivants.

Books leave gestures in the body a certain way of moving, of turning, a certain closing of the eyes, a way of leaving, hesitations. Books leave certain sounds, a certain pacing mostly they leave the elusive, which is all the story. They leave much more than the words.

I felt the unordinary romance of / women who love women for the first time.

People here believe in uncontrollable passion, in mad rages, and in the brusque inevitability of death.