We
were on the run from our own desires too, probably, whatever they were. It was
best to laugh it off.
The
way we laugh. At our own desires. The way we mock ourselves. Before anyone else
can. The way we are wired to kill. Ourselves. It doesn’t bear thinking about.
Deborah Levy, Things I don't want to know.
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