Words are flowing out like falling rain into a paper cup.
Monday, April 07, 2008
the primitive misery of being a body
It is not easy to play the idol, the fairy, the faraway princess, when one feels a bloody cloth between one's legs; and, more generally, when one is conscious of the primitive misery of being a body.
- de Beauvoir
and i so agree.
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