— David Foster Wallace, The Pale King (via iamlikethemoon)
— Max Barry, Lexicon (via iamlikethemoon)
I’m trying to locate this emptiness inside of me. I want to come home to it. To occupy it. To feel it in all it’s vastness and perpetuity. I spend my life avoiding it. Numbing myself so as not to feel it. But I’m coming to the realization that trying to escape it is what is making me so sick. But how do I welcome it into my consciousness without letting engulf me?
Any and all responses are welcomed.
"And I believe in love. And beauty. I believe that every single person has something they find beautiful and that they truly love. The smell of their child’s hair, the silence of a forest, their lover’s crooked grin. Their country, their religion, their family. And I believe that if you follow this love all the way to its end, if you start with the thing you find most beautiful and trace its perfume back to its essence, you will perceive an intangible presence, a swath of stillness that allows the thing you love to be visible like the openness of the sky reveals the presence of the moon."
-Geneen Roth, Women Food and God