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- The lawn /is pressed by unseen feet, and ghosts return /gently at twilight, gently go at dawn /the sad intangible who grieve and yearn. -T.S. Eliot
- We exist with a wind whispering inside and our moon flexing. Amid the ducts, inside the basilica of bones. The flesh is a neighborhood, but not the life. Our body is not good at memory, but at keeping it. —Jack Gilbert
- Last night I dreamed about you. What happened in detail I can hardly remember, all I know is that we kept merging into one another. I was you, you were me. Finally you somehow caught fire. — Franz Kafka to Milena Jesenska, 1921
- May 1935: Storm sky in August. Gusts of hot wind. Black clouds. Yet in the East a delicate, transparent band of blue sky. Impossible to look at it. Its presence is a torture for the eyes and for the soul, because beauty is unbearable, drives us to despair, offering us for a minute the glimpse of an eternity that we should like to stretch out over the whole of time. —Albert Camus, Notebooks
- farewell to loves that i have known / even muddy as waters run / i believe, regardless / i believe in everyone -Joanna Newsom
- “Alice: How long is forever? White Rabbit: Sometimes, just one second.”
- All that we see or seem is but a dream within a dream. -Edgar Allan Poe
- I wonder how many people I’ve looked at all my life and never seen.-John Steinbeck, The Winter of Our Discontent
- “Our eyelashes brushed like they would weave together by themselves, turning us into one wild thing. I say, ‘I think I missed you before I met you even.’ -Francesca Lia Block
oct 3 2011 ∞
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