Questions I ponder on sleepless nights and long days: What do I want to do? Who do I want to be? Who am I? What’s the point? How can I make money?
If I met you in the street, I would have a perfectly normal seeming conversation with you, smile and chat, then we would part and you would not give a moments more consideration to the interaction.
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‘She hadn’t learned to look for the difference yet between what one did and who one was. Hadn’t even known there was a difference.’ (Julia Pierpont, Among the Ten Thousand Things)
I have a list of women I wish I was.