The Rest Polyester

mattjasonwong:

ruined my fucking day… humanity is full of morons

caspiav:

Alberto Seveso

I’ve always been fascinated by liquids in liquids: ink in water, milk in water, etc.  Strange, unpredictable, and beautiful, no?

“He stood up from his bed and looked out the window at the gardener laboring in the azaleas. He felt in one instant the vast indifference of nature—the perfect chaos, the haphazard character of the universe—as he stared through the window at his friend; for it was obvious that he, bent over the plants, was thinking of the proper composition of the liquid poison he was mixing to kill the red spiders that had attacked the camelia bushes, and he, Malone, was going through an unendurable tragedy at the same time.”

Andrew Holleran, Dancer from the Dance

For me, the most beautiful line in the entire novel. Before Malone’s descension into blind pursuit of carnal lusts, he was capable of an unimaginably pure form of love. Though it could be said it was after this ideal that he forever chased and squandered his youth and beauty, I still believe in this instant he was the closest to love than he’d ever be. 

The most evocative account of unrequited love if there ever was one.