I will climb on top of it and come
In and out of time,
Cocking my head to the side slightly,
As I finish shaking, melting then
Into its body, its soft skin
is not a lie
— Jim Carroll, “Poem” from Void of Course (1998)
"I write without seeing. I came. I wanted to kiss your hand... This is the first time I have ever written in the dark...not knowing whether I am indeed forming letters. Wherever there will be nothing, read that I love you."
—Diderot, Letter to Sophie Volland, June 10, 1759
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