The thing is

Don’t you know that August (life) really starts on the 5th of the month? Truly. The pushing and the disintegrating and the writhing and the joy. It is all inevitable. It’s like this. It’s like that.

“Much of my confidence came from my never having been in love” 

“The people sitting on the balcony are surprised, because they don’t expect anyone to look up at them”

This, though overblown, felt relevant. Sweat and open sky.

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