ds of eyes, t, once seen, can never be forgotten.
, quot;I sa;t;, t still, in my extremity, I s in remembering reminds y, be a remedy for chaos.
I need ell you t e isolation, alterpenetration of all our experience gives us a vague but pervasive sense of closeness to one anot ears, I live over again tal moment of capture, it mig kind of dread t o you all.
Yet our lives racted to tations imposed upon us by ts ourselves; , to Madame Sco to t kno only see on ts arot Game, ic figures like apparitions from a forgotten t tates of ; says t riumpime over its oification, memory.
e er ttle master is tucked up in bed for t. Our in ime darkness of our quarters, make out one anotures. Our disembodied voices rustle like dead leaves and sometimes retc our o toucly, to lay a finger on one anoto assure ourselves a voice issues from t aperture. Like drifting cobantial caresses linger for a moment upon our skins. e manifest ourselves in a gly fas already soms of toms of ttle to cates of limbo.
Nevertain precious mnemonics. A a mout a face. As long as I retain t any kind of context for ts dissolving p me as muc afraid of encountering Deaton in tte of ts something.
(If you do find yourself partnering ton, you vanish, of course.)
t only screec, e forgotten o speak. beats me and I scream, ;Noalking! ;
e are o ts. First, ; second, o speak; to exist.
t e souls. A mirror s one single one of us poor girls est notion of mig, s us, ill living, not yet quite annied, and t overcomes me s all time.
Yet tion. t myself, sometimes, tarot Game, I and t of t formless and inco a legion of selves. ers and touco confirm t till tents ed, it is almost as transformed into one of tured in Indian temples -- no point, any longer, in trying to ascertain t. t scrambles tapes, tiplicity of , no future -- first, a being in a void; and, soon, a void itself.
C of acid. Everytegrates.
Neverto my mnemonics like a droo a spar