“i have only ever written about myself”

“Saved, rescued, fished-up, half-drowned, out of the deep dark river, dry clothes, hair shampooed and set. Nobody would know I had ever been in it . Except, or course, that there always remains something. Yes, there always remains something.”


highlighted during a jfk to phoenix flight.


(good morning, midnight by jean rhys) 


postings to resume shortly.