diary [002] only child

Being an only child really lends itself to writing since you’re always already in conversation with yourself.

I wonder about the impact of imagined interactions from both dreams and waking life. Like people I know, my thoughts about them, come not only from what they’ve said and done but also from what I’ve imagined them to have said and done. A lot of what’s imagined is necessarily that which wouldn’t occur outside of imagination, and this probably has a lot to do with both how love and hate emerge.

 

 

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