Saturday, January 23, 2010

Lonely

An extract from The Unabridged Journals of Sylvia Plath:

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.

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