loss of self

    Cards (17)

    • I am a national resource
    • You must be a worthy vessel
    • My self is a thing I must now compose, as one composes a speech. What I must present is something made, not born.
    • a swamp fenland, where only I know the footing. Treacherous ground, my own territory.
    • I am a cloud, congealed around a central object, the shape of a pear.
    • My name isnt Offred, I have another name which nobody uses now because its forbidden…I keep the knowledge of this name like something hidden, some treasure I’ll come back to dig up, one day.
    • I feel transparent… as if I’m made of smoke, as if I’m a mirage
    • What he is fucking is the lower half of my body
    • stiff and straight as an effigy
    • We are hers to define, we must suffer her adjectives.
    • Back on earth, my mother is part of the crowd now, and I can’t see her anymore
    • we might be bundles of red cloth
    • this state of absence , of existing apart from the body
    • To him I’m not just a boat without cargo, a chalice with no wine in it, an oven- to be crude- minus the bun. To him I am not merely empty
    • to keep the core of yourself out of reach, enclosed, protected.
    • That is how you can get lost, in a sea of names
    • I’ll empty myself, become a chalice
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