virginia
when will going home and then turning around to leave get any less strange? it felt like i had a mental checklist of summer things to cross off. did i see the ridge? did i drive with the windows down and the music blasting? did i meet someone at starby’s? did i swim in the pond? did i listen to the frogs and stare at the stars? did i eat on the porch? the constrained time stretched taut as i attempted to fit in the habits of a lifetime into three days.
happy Father’s Day to the hippest dad in town !!!
Darcy
“What I would call living
is pure idiocy:
speak and be burned.”
is pure idiocy:
speak and be burned.”
— Mary Ruefle, from “Alive and on Earth” in The Adamant (via proustitute)
tonight i ate my first dinner featuring goodies from our summer CSA share—bok choy and asparagus in my stirfry !!
“I love all these people who are trying to address the ineffable and the workings of their own consciousness. What I’m really interested in and the nature of reality and what we’ll call—there’s no word for it—the “isness” inside everything. That “isness” manifests sometimes in the clinking of cutlery in the kitchen. The sound of a dishwasher stopping. Or it manifests in whatever that machine is down the street, whirring. But it’s also in silence and stories and songs and finally the unsayable—it’s back to your Rilke—what we can only, almost, almost apprehend. And what we have no way of saying.”
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