I agree to live now, live as sweetly as I can, to fill my clothes with wind and my eyes with lights, but I understand I'll have to leave in the end.
January through June 2017 I didn't read very much during the first half of this year. If you follow my blog, you know I've gone through a major life change and, as a result, haven't had the concentration for reading that I normally do. I've set aside the printed word for a lot of Netflix … Continue reading The Half Year Book Report (#3)
So file me under acquired tastes; it may help you realize that some things are not yours to acquire.
But even as a child, she knew what this* meant - that it would only become more difficult to locate what you had lost, for the galaxy was yet breaking apart, and the stars, in their brilliant independence, were burning for no one. *this = the idea that the initial explosion that created the … Continue reading Oh My Darling (Amity Gaige)
We feel around making sense of the terrain, our own new limbs, bumping up against a herd of bodies until one becomes home.
People talk so much, gaggingly long monologues on minor personal preferences, verbatim recitations of pointless conversations, uninterpreted bits of memory.
Living like this, the way I'm living at the moment, is harder in the summer when there is so much daylight, so little cover of darkness, when everyone is out and about being flagrantly, aggressively happy.
July through December 2016 Title: The Long Weekend: Life in the English Country House Author: Adrian Tinniswood Date Finished: 7/3 Finished: ~ish Format: Hard cover Ranking Out of 10: 6 Notes: I wasn’t as in to this book as I thought I’d be. I have an obsession with English (and Irish and Scottish, etc) country … Continue reading The End of Year Book Report (#2)
I hop in the shower and assure myself that behind every good woman is a little back fat.
More arms began to cram their way out through the toga's armholes, and from beneath its short hem, as well, only they were not arms, not arms at all, and he screamed, he screamed, he screamed; it was oblivion he was screaming for, oblivion and an end to knowing and seeing, but oblivion would not come.