two months. three full moons. one charlotte martin release. one long weekend in delaware. two saintly holidays (valentine & patrick). sixty-or-so sunrises and sunsets (some brilliant and blazing with colour, others softer, quieter, refined). all of these are lost between us. two months will turn into two years. and then two lifetimes. (as strangers) we […]
i’m a sucker for a complex story — one that weaves itself through different times, places, people. i love seeing how it all comes together, how something simple and true can be teased out of the chaos of seemingly disparate elements. the history of love, by nicole krauss, is such a story. from the title, […]
there will come a time when you believe everything is finished; that will be the beginning. (louis l’amour)
there was nowhere to go but everywhere, so just keep on rolling under the stars. (jack kerouac)
i thank you for this most amazing day, for the leaping greenly spirits of trees, and for the blue dream of sky and for everything which is natural, which is infinite, which is yes. (e.e. cummings)
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