I have no inner life. I have no ‘intimate’ life.....

“ I have no inner life. I have no ‘intimate’ life. I am just what I-what to do. I move from one habitation to another like one of those-is it herit crabs? Taking up residence in others shells.(…)Others’ shells are fine. You come, and then you go. They’re gone ”

Joyce Carol Oates

From : Carthage