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“Loneliness, I began to realise, was a populated place: a city in itself. And when one inhabits a city, even a city as rigorously and logically constructed as Manhattan, one starts by getting lost. Over time, you begin to develop a mental map, a collection of favoured destinations and preferred routes: a labyrinth no other person could ever precisely duplicate or reproduce.” — Olivia Laing *The Lonely City*

“Do not go too far for peace and quiet do not run too far because the country can be as loud as the city too noisy in its stillness and anyway, there will always be your breath which, hard as you try, you cant do without you cant run away from.” — Yrsa Daley-Ward

“That brilliant light in which you laughed longhaired and I’m the keeper of this little piece of paper, this little piece of truth.” - Adrienne Rich

“It is what you read when you don't have to that determines what you will be when you can't help it.” — Oscar Wilde

“Dear God! How beauty varies in nature and art. In a woman the flesh must be like marble; in a statue the marble must be like flesh.” - Victor Hugo #Throwback

Short Doggo Hooman story. Pic 1: Hooman was ready to go home. Doggo was like you joking right? Pic 2: Hooman trying to convince Doggo. Pic 3: Hooman was like, take five then we are leaving. Pic 4: 20 minutes later I found them lying on the grass. Doggo’s smug smile was hard to miss. Pic 5: Hooman looked like a winner too.

“Man can never know the kind of loneliness a woman knows. Man lies in a woman's womb only to gather strength, he nourishes himself from this fusion, and then he rises and goes into the world, into his work, into battle, into art. He is not lonely. He is busy. The memory of the swim in amniotic fluid gives him energy, completion. The woman may be busy too, but she feels empty.” - Anaïs Nin (Photographer Heji Shin’s Baby series is stark and real and bloody and purple.)

“In his or her own way, everyone I saw before me looked happy. Whether they were really happy or just looked it, I couldn't tell. But they did look happy on this pleasant early afternoon in late September, and because of that I felt a kind of loneliness new to me, as if I were the only one here who was not truly part of the scene.”— Haruki Murakami

© 2019 Sameera Khan

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