These things that I mind,
you know, aren’t mine.
I mind minding them.
They weigh on my mind.
— Marie Ponsot from poem Old Mama Saturday

• To Love Is Not About Merging
• Infinite Distances Continue To Exist Even Between The Closest Of Human Beings
• To Be Loved Means To Be Consumed
• I Have Done Nothing All Summer But Wait For Myself To Be Myself Again
• Empathy Is A Gift