Unfinished

It’s a circle

It’s a circle not just the physical orientation it’s a circle of thoughts it was the love that led to the love-making and then the love-making that led to love

Letter to Anais from Henry

August 14, 1932 Anais: Don’t expect me to be sane anymore. Don’t let’s be sensible. It was a marriage at Louveciennes—you can’t dispute it. I came away with pieces of you sticking to me; I am walking about, swimming, in an ocean of blood, your Andalusian blood, distilled and poisonous. Everything I do and say

Piercings

We are gods