Remembering that makes apparent all the difference between being naked and being revealed--how flesh is a mask, how a single word can operate like a drill right to my heart--all of that distance compressed in my chest and it's suddenly terribly sad to think of what everyone else in the room wasn't saying.
On the first day of my new class (already halfway done now) we did some kind of ice-breaker I don't remember, and someone asked if anyone had streaked the lawn (which is something One Does, at UVA, at least so I have been led to understand.) And I didn't say anything, although I have (and more than once).
Remembering that makes apparent all the difference between being naked and being revealed--how flesh is a mask, how a single word can operate like a drill right to my heart--all of that distance compressed in my chest and it's suddenly terribly sad to think of what everyone else in the room wasn't saying.
Remembering that makes apparent all the difference between being naked and being revealed--how flesh is a mask, how a single word can operate like a drill right to my heart--all of that distance compressed in my chest and it's suddenly terribly sad to think of what everyone else in the room wasn't saying.
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