I want antique bookstores and beautiful coffee shops and cobbled streets and opulent cathedrals with open doors. I want silken shirts and flowing jackets and an apartment with a balcony that opens out above the street as the linen curtains whisper behind me. But who will join me?
You never really register the depth of your alienation from your physical body until you are confronted by the disquieting possibility of loving and being loved while inhabiting it.