“92. Eventually I confess to a friend about some details about my weeping—its intensity, its frequency. She says (kindly) that she thinks we sometimes weep in front of a mirror, not because of self-pity, but because we want to be witnessed in our despair. (Can a reflection be a witness? Can one pass oneself the sponge wet with vinegar from a reed?)” 

- Maggie Nelson, from Bluets