"First things.
What was in the beginning.
Before ambition, before job, before office, before designation, before byline, before car, before house, before marriage, before need.
Before need, before need, before need…
Purity of the primary. The wholeness at the start.
Love and desire.
Heart and art. She and me.
First things.
It was ironic, for we were now adrift in the country of last things. Where the fruit decays on the branch before it can bloom. Where the falling rain burns all it touches. Where the air sears the lungs with every breath. Where love has no passion and is the mere memory of another time."
in The Alchemy of Desire, Tarun J. Tejpal
What was in the beginning.
Before ambition, before job, before office, before designation, before byline, before car, before house, before marriage, before need.
Before need, before need, before need…
Purity of the primary. The wholeness at the start.
Love and desire.
Heart and art. She and me.
First things.
It was ironic, for we were now adrift in the country of last things. Where the fruit decays on the branch before it can bloom. Where the falling rain burns all it touches. Where the air sears the lungs with every breath. Where love has no passion and is the mere memory of another time."
in The Alchemy of Desire, Tarun J. Tejpal
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