sometimes you kid yourself by saying that nothing that you put out in the world will warrant comments or a second look. You tell yourself you can melt in the crowd and what you say is just white noise.
Language is a skin: I rub my language against the other. It is as if I had words instead of fingers, or fingers at the tip of my words. My language trembles with desire. — Roland Barthes A Lovers Discourse: Fragments
sometimes you kid yourself by saying that nothing that you put out in the world will warrant comments or a second look. You tell yourself you can melt in the crowd and what you say is just white noise.
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