“I feel profoundly alone, cut off, unattractive... I feel unloveable. But I respect that unloveable soldier — struggling to survive, struggling to be honest, just, honourable. I respect myself.”
— Susan Sontag, As Consciousness is Harnessed to Flesh: Journals and Notebooks, 1964-1980.
— Diane Arbus, “Susan Sontag alone on a bed. N.Y.C.𝟣𝟫𝟨𝟧.”