David Given Schwarm

We are shaped not by what is strong in us but by the anomaly, by whatever is weak and not accepted

The blue–backed notebooks, the two pencils and the pencil sharpener (a pocket knife was too wasteful), the marble–topped tables, the smell of early morning, sweeping out and mopping, and luck were all you needed

How would I know the right word for what I want? How would I know that I don’t want what I want? Or that actually I don’t want what I don’t want? They are elusive things: the moment we name them their meaning disappears, melts, dissolves, like a jellyfish in the sun.