the smell of sea-salt lingers on the wind, a memory tugs sort of painful but im grateful for it somehow. the bright white restless sand plucks my eyes and in the recesses i recall... the you that doesnt exist anymore smiling at me who doesnt exist, anymore. eight years of wisdom poured into a sweaty …
I-20
Cigar smoke, static from Atlanta, pollen; just blowing in the wind. on the road to Duluth, 1:30pm.
Abdulrazak Gurnah
I used to love the big rains with a dread I could not explain even to myself; the ancient light, the water logged land about to slide off the edge of the world, the croaking of beasts in the shadows. Gravel Heart
january 1st, 2024
Years ago, I stumbled across a blog called Nostalgia on 9th Avenue. Back then, I was attempting the quite impossible task of teaching myself Japanese, and while it was admirable, painting the sweaty attrition of my summer days with the black strokes of kanji, orderly, tilted just so, I learned barely a fraction of the …
three legs in the evening
it has to be natural the neatness, predilect and routine grocery lists, in business casual casually. as hair ages to its winter it must ought to happen biologically. but i have to wonder if wonder is the causalty. must it always be? do sunsets extinguish curiosity? will age consume the dreams within me? are riddles …
C.S. Lewis
Someday, you will be old enough to read fairytales again. The Lion, The Witch and the Wardrobe
Zeami Motokiyo
"to watch the sun sink below the flower-clad hill. to wander into the forest, without thought of return. to stand upon the shore and gaze after a boat that disappears behind the distant islands. to contemplate the flight of the wild geese, seen and lost among the clouds." Yugen
september 17th, 2022
The time I spend in museums is not enough. I’ve always been a student of art history, since my adolescent years, but had no interest then in the collecting of fine hobbies. I used to find it pretentious, to roam sterile halls lined with 'Please Do Not Touch' signs and to regurgitate facts you read …
Whitney Houston
I hope life treats you kind. "I Will Always Love You"
Henry Longfellow
Behind the clouds is the sun still shining; [...] Into each life some rain must fall, Some days must be dark, and dreary. "The Rainy Day"
The-Bleu-Bivouac 