Little Epiphanies
My greatest fear is to not see what is right before my eyes. At the same time, being a proud, card-carrying human being, I know that that is exactly what I will do most of the time because we are hard-wired to overlook: we miss the essential thing right in front of us while chasing some shiny distraction.
Sitting at this child’s desk, remembering my own childhood, feeling the brisk morning air of Bretagne before the warmth of the day begins brings back memories of cool mornings in the Oakland Hills in a house also surrounded by trees, sensing a crystalline potential in the day before me.
The best love stories are equal parts improbable and absolutely inevitable.
Madrid, Spain — Yesterday, July 4th, we slipped into the streets of Madrid to celebrate Pride. The party spread out all across the city. We saw floats at the Plaza de Cibeles, witnessed masses of heads bobbing to DJs on stages that dwarfed them, and admired the magnificent backdrop the city’s architectural riches provided—many of [ ]
The best love stories are equal parts improbable and absolutely inevitable.
I like Fall best of all. It is when the earth and everything on it surrenders to our inherent mortality, when death is in the air and the bright gifts of Spring wither. It is the reminder that all good things come to an end, as will we, and that we must cherish everything we love. Fall keeps us honest and doesn’t suffer fools.
Nothing is as it seems except the wind rustling the leaves in the trees.
I crave to be taken as I am Unvarnished Raw Contradictory Exploratory Unfinished I was brought into this world Raw and bathed in bodily fluids God knows I have chased the bodily fluids Merging mine with theirs Coveting the spontaneous combustion Of chest against chest Of lips against lips [...]
It was a long time ago, another life really. We sat in a restaurant of starched white table cloths and talked. Long after our plates were removed and we were coaxing the last drops of champagne from the night, we talked. And talked. The other diners left. The waiters hovered at a safe distance, at [ ]
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