strange how
self-reflective our own writing can be
even without clear intention

from a literary study i was doing over a year ago:

As soon as her dissatisfaction returns, she runs away again. Her inability to feel comfortable anywhere shows in her contemplation about staying in Harlem, “No. She couldn’t stay. Nor, she saw now, could she remain away. Leaving, she would have to come back” (Larsen 96).

Larsen, Nella. Quicksand. New Brunswick, NJ: Rutgers UP, 1986.