Reading: Hedda Gabler; Henrik Ibsen
Listening to: All This Bad Blood; Bastille
You know my methods, John.
I’m known to be
i n d e s t r u c t i b l e
Here is the repeated image of the lover destroyed.
Clumsy hands in a dark room. Crossed out. There is something
underneath the floorboards.
Crossed out. And here is the tabernacle
Here is the part where everyone was happy all the time and we were all
even though we didn’t deserve it. -(x)
The brain and the heart.