Feb
14
One thing this project has made me realize is that my need to love is even stronger than my need to be loved. That’s why I cannot stop loving the buddhist; that’s why I keep repeating these futile gestures. It doesn’t matter that the buddhist no longer reciprocates my love, or wants it — or at this point would even believe it — my love is there, burning orange-red, like an ember in the core of my rage.
Dodie Bellamy, the buddhist
ah, love
