qotd

My loathings are simple: stupidity, oppression, crime, cruelty, soft music. — Vladimir Nabokov

last dream

My mother had not appeared to me in my dreams since her death, until this morning, during the very last dream I had before Chaya came to wake me. She and I were sitting chatting at a table, possibly drinking tea. We were having an ordinary conversation, about nothing I can remember. Then, she pointed Continue reading last dream