another note to self / 48hrs kind of entry ( Read more... )

I have remembered a few times this week ( Read more... )

Armed with a gelato in my hand and love in my pocket, i am hunting for ghosts, surrounded by linguists and lovers ( Read more... )

the seagulls are absolutely rabid tonight ( Read more... )

some emails evapourate in a moment,
others you turn over and over in your mouth and try to make them last.

i try not to judge the author of a dry email, perhaps they will tell me other things in other ways...some other time,
later...at some point, then.

but the slow trickle of emails that nourish, this is what longing tastes like.

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