The true harvest of my daily life is somewhat as intangible and indescribable as the tints of morning or evening. It is a little star dust caught, a segment of the rainbow which I have clutched. Henry David Thoreau, Walden
Monday, April 25, 2016
Monday, April 18, 2016
Quiet Assertion
Why is it we want so badly to memorialize ourselves?
Even while we're still alive?
We wish to assert our existence,
like dogs peeing on fire hydrants.
- Margaret Atwood, The Blind Assassin
Monday, April 11, 2016
Monday, April 4, 2016
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