Let others dispose of questions, I dispose of nothing, I arouse
unanswerable questions,
Who are they I see and touch, and what about them?
What about these likes of myself that draw me so close by tender
directions and indirections?”
— Walt Whitman, “Myself and Me”, On the Beach at Night Alone
“So how might one learn to love another without reducing the other to recognizability, without fixing the other to a single unchangeable name?
Or should it go the other way around: must the lover consent to being forever misrecognized? Is allowing oneself to be transfixed a fundamental part of loving and being loved?”
— Elvia Wilk, Ask Before You Bite
“Why are potential overlaps between recreational and therapeutic often discredited? Can’t recreation be therapeutic in some cases too?”
— Erica Avey, Question
