Desire appears as a feeling, a flicker or a bomb in the body, but it’s always a hunger for something, and it always propels us somewhere else, toward the thing that is missing.
The first line of “Variations of Desire: A Mouse, a Dog, Buber, and Bovary,” an essay by Siri Hustvedt, fromĀ Living, Thinking, Looking.
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