“The things you used to own, now they own you.” ― Chuck Palahniuk, Fight Club I confess I don’t like snow I like lists I don’t like designer brands I like coffee …
Are Holidays Miraculous For Everyone?
“Is it that never the ease, even the hardness, of rain falling will have for me — something other than this, something not so insistent— am I to be locked in this final uneasiness.” …
The Calling of a Zebra
“Man serves the interests of no creature except himself.” ― George Orwell, Animal Farm We were at a bar, with a stage that held a different comedian every ten minutes. Drinks in hand, my …
The Liebster Award
Okay, where do I start? In fact, I just started this blog. But what a wonderful and lovely welcome. The Liebster Award “has German origins – the word “liebster” has several definitions: dearest, sweetest, kindest, nicest, …
Legends and heritage
“The apparition of these faces in the crowd: Petals on a wet, black bough.” -Ezra Pound, In a Station of the Metro Heritage and legends fogging our sight To see beauty under millions of …
Inherited life
“Life streamed through him in splendid flood, glad and rampant, until it seemed that it would burst him asunder in sheer ecstasy and pour forth generously over the world.” -Jack London, The Call of the …
Empty theories
“Your now is not your forever.” ― John Green, Turtles All the Way Down In theory, the world is perfect. Lines are straight. Trees are regular and unbroken. The sky is even. A hummingbird …
The elegance of the mist
“All night the sound had come back again, and again falls this quiet, persistent rain.” -Robert Creeley, The Rain There is a certain elegance in mist. It is strange, making your world so very …
Turtles all the way down; a spiral
“The thing about a spiral is, if you follow it inward, it never actually ends. It just keeps tightening, infinitely.” ― John Green, Turtles All the Way Down Dear John Green, Thank you. For …
Home(less)
“The living men that I hate, The dead man that I loved, The craven man in his seat, The insolent unreproved” -W.B. Yeats, The Fisherman Through the smudged glass of the bus window, a …