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@gabri-el
regrettably the only borders of fourteen? at work i have before and after photos of. top left with yellow bucket in foreground is may '21, the rest are this afternoon. we have a little aquilegia nursery between the paving stones that i'll leave a few more weeks (TIL americans call aquilegia columbine - what townes was singing about all along)
sixteen years down the road and still infatuated with hayley williams. love endures etc
i mean
looking north east looking north west
companionable silence
the self and its strategies
[...] There is nothing to do For our liberation, except wait in the horror of it. And I am lost without you.
This is the first day of a new life, another spoke of the rising wheel. But my body passes vagrant as a bird’s shadow. I should be transient as the shadow on the meadow, soon fading, soon darkening and dying there where it meets the wood, were it not that I coerce my brain to form in my forehead; I force myself to state, if only in one line of unwritten poetry, this moment; to mark this inch in the long, long history that began in Egypt, in the time of the Pharaohs, when women carried red pitchers to the Nile. I seem already to have lived many thousand years. But if I now shut my eyes, if I fail to realize the meeting place of past and present, that I sit in a third-class railway carriage full of boys going home for the holidays, human history is defrauded of a moment’s vision. Its eye, that would see through me, shuts -
Virginia Woolf - The Waves
embroidered detail from Zoroastrian shawl
constant companion when i’m working
trust everyone else is being made mere sensualists by despondency
been eating far too much cake recently
mid guided meditation and she hit me with "and can you imagine the space that extends outward and outward in front of you beyond the farthest stars", and briefly i could
