‘Everything in life is elusive,’ she says. ‘So that’s the way it came out. It’s something you can’t quite catch.’ What have you left out? ‘Hundreds, millions, trillions of things.’ What’s the most significant one? ‘Oh, I’m not going to tell you,’ she says, and laughs.

‘The heart of another is a dark forest. You know that. I’m never going to know you and you’re never going to know me – so what I’ve left out is the same thing in you, which nobody else is ever going to know. Do you understand that?’

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art

In art I fail and wallow in my desperation my depression that a 
new beauty is born of it. A new me.
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