I have found that I am prone to identifying with characters named Vera from works of fiction. How odd.

(Reading a lot of Katherine Mansfield at the moment. Adore her.)

The cat and I, sitting together silently, watching the rainstorm blowing through; Hell Gate Bridge looks fuzzy through this wall of water but the breeze wafting through feels like mercy made tangible, cool and soothing ( Read more... )

Sitting in an empty room in an empty house, surrounded by boxes, is the oddest of sensations. A decade here, a lifetime there.

Transience makes me queasy.

And Gerontion comes to mind.

Thou hast nor youth nor age
But as it were an after dinner sleep
Dreaming of both.Here I am, an old man in a dry month ( Read more... )

How fragile, life. How easily the threads at the seams of ourselves come apart. Positively frightening. Dull suffering is what we're good at, as a species. And friends, the ones each worth, not five, but six endangered tigers, are the anecdote for most things ( Read more... )

It is not often that I feel joyful but when I do, it is a complete joyfulness and nothing, nothing can mar it, it is twelve Ethiopian goats standing silent in the morning light. (And giraffes are this desire in the dark.)

The Forgotten Dialect Of The Heart
Jack GilbertHow astonishing it is that language can almost mean ( Read more... )

I had some red bean mochi earlier this morning, I really like biting into the rice flour covering only to shock my teeth with the coldness of the ice cream inside ( Read more... )

A former classmate, a fellow religious studies major, who has moved on to bigger and better things (i.e., grad school... hah!), recently asked me casually: "How's life post-school ( Read more... )

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I feel like Jay Gatsby, driving from a party to another. Which is fine, except in the back of my mind, I know there is the green light and behind that, I know the green light is just Daisy, a superficial flimsy make-believe goal ( Read more... )

"We live in illusion and the appearance of things. There is a reality. We are that reality. When you understand this, you see that you are nothing, and being nothing, you are everything. That is all."