Now I know what loneliness is, I think. Momentary loneliness, anyway. It comes from a vague core of the self -- like a disease of the blood, dispersed throughout the body so that one cannot locate the matrix, the spot of contagion... I'll stay here and try to pin that loneliness down.
Saturday, January 23, 2010
Lonely
An extract from The Unabridged Journals of Sylvia Plath:
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