today

sometimes a single string of words beaded together in a corner of the earth i might not see in my lifetime makes me lose sleep. for the next few days, my doodles will inevitably show semblance to that little line.

towards the end of the sea, john banville is questioning life and his relationship with his wife anna and i'm engaged and agreeing with it all when suddenly i read this:

'who was to know me, if not anna? who was to know anna, if not i?'

it killed me. made me feel like i was named anna only so i could have extra goosebumps when i read that.