I will bring you happy flowers from the mountains, bluebells,
dark hazels, and rustic baskets of kisses.
I want to do with you what spring does with the cherry trees
This version is so unbelievably bombin’.
I’d like to destroy you a few times in bed.
Keepers of private notebooks are a different breed altogether, lonely and resistant rearrangers of things, anxious malcontents, children afflicted apparently at birth with some presentiment of loss.
― Joan Didion, “On Keeping a Notebook” from Slouching Towards Bethlehem