Whims of desire...

...Mellas watched her every move, noticing her hips and the outline of her bra strap beneath the crisp white synthetic material of her dress. He longed to catch up to her and touch her, make contact with someone soft, someone who smelled clean and fresh, someone warm. He wanted to talk to someone who knew how he felt, who could talk to the lost, lonely part of him.
He wanted a woman.
…She wouldn’t look him in the eye. Mellas regretted being sent to this place, where his sudden flood of longing had no possibility of fulfillment. She thinks all I want to do is stick it in her, he thought bitterly. Of course I do, but there’s so much more. He laughed out loud.
…Between the emotion and the response, the desire and the spasm, falls the shadow, Mellas said.
He attempted a smile.



Matterhorn

Karl Marlantes




Everything moves in slow motion: the clouds, sheep, dogs, prayer flags, me. My head throbs. A crack opens from one side of my forehead to the other and my crown comes loose. Soon it will be like the lid of a space observatory. My memories start to slip away. The names Guoping, Xi Ping, Lu Ping, Wang Ping drift through my mind, but I cannot put faces to them. None of those women were perfect, but if one of them still loved me, I would not have to live this vagrant life. I have travelled for so long, to so many strange places, I have become a stranger to myself.


Red Dust

Ma Jian





Compartmentalization began
as an architectural theory...
Divide buildings into sections
which can be closed off to
prevent a fire from spreading.
Life can also be divided
into closed-off sections.
Makes everything much simpler.

Compartmentalization is a joke.

Fires rip through buildings
all the time
no matter how closed off
parts of them are.

Life is the same way.

It cannot be contained.


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