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“ Sometimes he thought of past love affairs as graffiti written across the story of his life. Most of it was easily wiped away with a rag and any kind of cleaning fluid. In contrast, there were some scribbles that had been drawn on with black permanent ink. These were tougher to remove. Sometimes no matter how much he rubbed and scrubbed, faint traces of them remained for a long time. Finally there was the graffiti that had been carved deep into his surface with a sharp knife and fierce determination. It was usually small because any carving *that* deep took time and real effort. But it was the most permanent. No way could he ever erase it unless layers of himself were sanded away and obviously that was impossible. The only thing to do was accept it as part of his being now, like a scar or a bad tattoo. As it aged in years to come, it became less visible but never disappeared.   —  JONATHAN CARROLL

one of the special ones

“ My memory loves you; it asks about you all the time…   —  JONATHAN CARROLL

a laboratory in Switzerland that had been experimenting with transplanting pubic hair onto the head of bald guys.

“ That’s one of the nicest things about physical intimacy— for a little while you got to see your partner at their most vulnerable. However that’s also a problem with certain people. Because sometimes we take our new knowledge of that surprisingly fragile person into the everyday but they do not. They leave “naked fragile me” back in the bedroom. So if you try to address this being, they either don’t recognize who you’re talking to, or resent you’ve witnessed that side of them.   —  JONATHAN CARROLL

Friend's Best Man

“ When they were together, it touched him that she so frequently used and wrote the word “forever” when referring to their relationship. It was only after it had ended did he realize her definition of the word meant “right now” as opposed to, well, forever.   —  JONATHAN CARROLL

the deaths of those whom he loved

"The past beats within me, like a second heart." — John Banville  - The Sea

.. that blind rage had washed me clean

"I opened myself to the gentle indifference of the world." — Albert Camus,  L’etranger

Revolt from Hymen

I can not love you with a love
         That outcompares the boundless sea,
 For that were false, as no such love
         And no such ocean can ever be. But I can love you with a love
         As finite as the wave that dies
 And dying holds from crest to crest
         The blue of everlasting skies. ―  Angela Manalang-Gloria , excerpt from  To the Man I Married