"The rest of me, most of me was hidden like the secret of undertow. And I could no longer remain inside the undertow; I was alone there with silence and memory and gazing. Each of these activities had begun speaking to me in the slow, weighted vocabulary of loss. I would have to think of a way to leave."
Im still reading "The shape of water"
I like it, but not as much as I LOVED the Tao Of Pooh,
maybe later that will change?
I don't know.
Anyways My comment on this is, I can totally understand it. What it feels like when a part of you is hidden, but you want to get out. This instantly appealed to me. Because I just understand. I don't know how to explain it.
My question is "how do you know who we are, if we hide things from ourselves?"
Im still reading "The shape of water"
I like it, but not as much as I LOVED the Tao Of Pooh,
maybe later that will change?
I don't know.
Anyways My comment on this is, I can totally understand it. What it feels like when a part of you is hidden, but you want to get out. This instantly appealed to me. Because I just understand. I don't know how to explain it.
My question is "how do you know who we are, if we hide things from ourselves?"
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1 comment:
The Shape of water is a really good book. :) That question is so deep and I can also relate to your comment. :D
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