July 18, 2002

July 18, 2002 01:52 AM

” …the baptism of solitude. It is a unique sensation, and it has nothing to do with loneliness, for loneliness presupposes memory. Here … even memory disappears; nothing is left but your own breathing and the sound of your heart beating. A strange, and by no means pleasant, process of reintegration begins inside you, and you have the choice of fighting against it, and insisting on remaning the person you have always been, or letting it take its course.”

‘Their Heads Are Green And Their Hands Are Blue’ – Paul Bowles

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