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I pray to the gods that you're uncomfortable, miserable even.

why ? is it because you want to take care of me and nurse me back to health ? to show me love and tenderness ? its ok. i know.

“I was holding in my hand, against my lips, not a piece of fruit, not a piece of bitter, half-eaten fruit, but the still warm and almost beating heart of some holy being—just lifted from the dead body. And the heart was heavy. And wet. And it smelled as it would smell forever. Of myrrh. And burning blood. And gold.”

— Brigit Pegeen Kelly, ‘The Orchard’

But what is the “you” here? What is the you who is looking in the box of the fridge? This you, the true you, the self, that is always going on within you? But if there was no you, why would I be here? If I were an illusion, how could I stand here before you? What does “you” refer to? What is it that is “you”?