There is nothing about your death that will matter. There is nothing from your life that will retain. Because we are inconsequential, both urgency and burden are removed. They are extracted, bad teeth or extradited, bad eggs. A just balance is found between expectation and obligation. (I promised you a new liberation.) With waxed soles and a Wonderbra, we will have to unlearn habits that have settled into us as nostalgia and believe again that we can dance.
"This journal is not a mere literary diversion. The further I progress, reducing to order what my past life suggests, and the more I persist in the rigor of composition--of the chapters, of the sentences, of the book itself--the more do I feel myself hardening in my will to utilize, for virtuous ends, my former hardships. I feel their power." --Jean Genet
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