Dominique.

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“In these random impressions, and with no desire to be other than random, I indifferently narrate my factless autobiography, my lifeless history. These are my Confessions, and if in them I say nothing, it’s because I have nothing to say.”

— Text 12, Fernando Pessoa

“A kind of retrospective diary entry of performed first-person desire. As an ephemeral smattering of textual fragments, the diary—like the letter and the list—is a form favored by the adolescent discovering writing: rapid and unfinished, rebellious in confession. The amateur, adolescent writer appropriates these forms as ephemeral outlets for the precarious, perverse expression of desire and love.”

— Alice Butler, With Love: A letter to Cookie, and her stories