1. 09:47 11th Feb 2012

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    The thing that made me cry this morning.

    Queer love. First love. or not first love

    “Elsa, I think of hearts when I think of love, of course, but also I think of lungs. At UCSF Medical Center I studied the lungs of a 30-year-old who died of prostate cancer. He had greenish, standard-issue tattoos. The lungs were not bags like I thought they’d be. They were like sea sponges. They were clean. He’d never lived in the city. I think of breathing when I think of love. I think of the order of things in the body and the sea. I want love like that, like the order of things.”

    http://m.chicagoreader.com/gyrobase/rose-tullys-dear-elsa-love-cigarettes/Content?oid=5588969

     
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