by Liz Heather in


I exist, that is all, and I find it nauseating.
— Jean Paul Sartre

by Liz Heather in


She stared at her reflection in the glossed shop window as if to make sure, moment by moment, that she continued to exist.
— Sylvia Plath, The Bell Jar

by Liz Heather in


I exist as I am, that is enough.
— Walt Whitman