Tennessee Williams, A Streetcar Named Desire, 1947 (via fatalistichues)
seeing is believing
What is straight? A line can be straight, or a street, but the human heart, oh, no, it’s curved like a road through mountains.
I can never read all the books I want; I can never be all the people I want and live all the lives I want. I can never train myself in all the skills I want. And why do I want? I want to live and feel all the shades, tones and variations of mental and physical experience possible in life. And I am horribly limited.
Reading Leslie T. Chang’s Factory Girls and searching for new info on her husband, Peter Hessler, I’ve come across this very honest blog post:
“To understand how Hessler has stolen my thunder, it’s necessary to understand one of the most essential benefits of choosing to live in China. That is you get to wrap yourself in the plush, velvety illusion that you’re the first one to experience all of the crazy aspects of China life. One of the greatest consolations of frequenting squatty potties and buses that drive blindly around mountain corners is that it makes a great story. As much as I know that other Americans have been here and done this, I succumb to the sweet-scented myth just like any other… .”
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