I am in here.
When the body sinks into death, the essence of man is revealed. Man is a knot, a web, a mesh into which relationships are tied. Only those relationships matter. The body is an old crock that nobody will miss. I have never known a man to think of himself when dying. Never. — Antoine de … Continue reading qotd
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
The world is not with us enough O taste and see the subway Bible poster said, meaning The Lord, meaning if anything all that lives to the imagination’s tongue, grief, mercy, language, tangerine, weather, to breathe them, bite, savor, chew, swallow, transform into our flesh our deaths, crossing the street, plum, quince, living in the … Continue reading O Taste and See
I always get nervous at the start of travel. My mother always over-dramatized travel, so I grew up thinking that something’s wrong if you don’t have a screaming fit of nerves before leaving. And if you don’t spend a week choosing, packing, rearranging. “Scoop and load,” is my philosophy. Also, “They have stores over there … Continue reading Nerves
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