Just back from Sheridan Square cigar store, where a spacedout
young man was laying it on the line for unwary customers—the
man just ahead of me got, “Ten billion years older
than the oldest living maggot on earth.” My sentence was a
little lighter: “Take the garbage with you.” Walking up Seventh
Avenue and passing Tony Holland, who was looking very
well, staircase wit made me wish I’d said, “Baby, I am the garbage—”

—James Schuyler, Diary 113-14)

realhumanbaby:

Summer: To be alone is the only natural state. To be dependent is to rob yourself of agency. There is nothing I can’t do

Autumn: I’m sorry, I know it’s late but this is very important, I haven’t slept at all since the last time I stayed in your bed, what do you think this means?

Winter: I am in love and it’s exactly like that dream I had when I was 12 in which I cut off my own head to wake up but it didn’t work

Spring: This isn’t enough