Sunday, November 6, 2011

"..He loves me, he doesn't love my bowels, if they showed him my appendix in a glass, he wouldn't recognize it, he's always feeling me, but if they put the glass in his hands he wouldn't touch it, he wouldn't think "that's hers" you ought to love all of somebody, the esophagus, the liver, the intestines. Maybe we don't love them because we aren't used to them, Maybe if we saw them the way we saw our hands and arms maybe we'd love them too"

- Excerpt from "Intimacy" by Jean-Paul Sartre

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Bathwater said...

I don't know my appendix was rotting inside me when it was taken out. I doubt I'd even like it.

Eva said...

This is honest. There's something beautiful in that.