Punting, tea rooms, turrets and parks.
“Were it not for coffee one could not write, which is to say one could not live.” —Honoré de Balzac “Coffee gives you time to think. It’s a lot more than just a drink; it’s something happening. Not as in hip, but like an event, a place to be, but not like a location, but… Continue reading Were It Not For Coffee…
That two paths run parallel without ever crossing That I look down at my shoes right when you pass me by, looking up because rain’s starting to fall or That the same rain becomes a rainstorm and you can’t leave to meet me later That we don’t take the same elevator just for seconds and… Continue reading Nightmares
"Es que un mundo todo vivo tiene la fuerza de un Infierno." —Clarice Lispector, La pasión según G.H. "There was a star riding through clouds one night, and I said to the star, 'Consume me'." —Virginia Woolf, The Waves To be consumed by a bolt of lightning dramatically yet effortlessly To be caught praying… Continue reading Psalm Twenty-One