I should like it to resemble some deep old desk, or capacious hold-all, in which one flings a mass of odds and ends without looking them through. (Virginia Woolf) We become ourselves through others, and the self is a porous thing, not a sealed container (Siri Hustvedt) En vez de mirarme en mi espejo quiero que mi espejo se mire en mí (Alejandra Pizarnik)
You were sleeping but I kissed you.
I could not just watch you.
You were sleeping and you kissed me
You could not be dead if I was alive.
We met in the transit,
between death and life,
between here and everywhere.