I love my family. deeply. you will make a wonderful addition.
I've been glazing somewhat compulsively this past week-- tiny, intricate details-- a prayer in latin, a sailor jerry tattoo.
I can feel my brain melting in my head.
read the mysterious flame of queen loana by umberto eco. Yambo describes it so perfectly.
A word. Like running into a wall. Saying Euclid or Ishmael was easy, like saying Jack and Jill went up a hill. Saying who I was, on the other hand, was like turning around and finding that wall. No, not a wall; I tried to explain. "It doesn't feel like something solid, it's like walking through a fog."
I bought the book again today and listened for eight straight hours while tracing those fragile lines with the brush.
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