May 2011
16 posts
who is there?
anybody there?
noone.
noone?
no, nobody.
Basho's "old pond"
“old pond …
a frog leaps in
water’s sound”
“I was more of a genius in dreams than in life.”
– Fernando Pessoa, ‘The Book of Disquiet’ (59)
Today was rough.
It is as if we are just two people on a boat without oars. Drifting off into an unfamiliar place we don’t belong in. Even though we’re lost at sea, I know with strong enough limbs we can swim our way back home. Even if that place isn’t where we set sail. And when we’d get there, we’d kiss like shipwrecked survivors kiss the sand.
who cares?
he describes the gingerish hair at the base of each finger. who cares?
just tell me the story.
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rained for the first time. famished pourings had eaten up the dust of the day
