‘There Will Come Soft Rains’ day was yesterday. Today, it ends.
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‘There Will Come Soft Rains’ day was yesterday. Today, it ends.
Absolutely love how many other people were waiting for today.
There Will Come Soft Rains (Ray Bradbury)
by TIMES WE LOST
Будет ласковый дожд | There Will Come Soft Rains | 1984 | Uzbekfilm Studio
Yosemite Trip Book by FJ Taylor
Published 1931
"Today is August 4, 2026," said a second voice from the kitchen ceiling, "in the city of Allendale, California." It repeated the date three times for memory's sake. "Today is Mr. Featherstone's birthday. Today is the anniversary of Tilita's marriage. Insurance is payable, as are the water, gas, and light bills." --Ray Bradbury, There Will Come Soft Rains
British Man
Joy Sullivan, from “Culpable”, Instructions for Traveling West
Are you free from your curse yet i miss you
Gotten two different texts from folks asking if I'm going to be at the cowboy poetry festival this winter and I gotta say, it's really nice to be thought of like that.
Morgan Harper Nichols’ ‘Let July be July’
"I could tell you how much work goes in to being constantly open to new friendships, with ever-younger people, because everyone your own age is paired off. I can talk about the feeling of being no one’s priority and how lonely -and occasionally frightening - that can be when you live alone in a massive city like London. How I have to self sooth constantly. How I go through phases of defining myself solely by my career until I realise my career doesn’t love me back. How sometimes I still experience the temptation to have sex with a man who doesn’t really care if I live or die afterwards just because it would mean I was touched. I could talk about the fear of ageing this all produces, as a straight woman at least. About how much effort it takes to keep going on dates, to be pleasant and warm on them, to shrug it off when another man sexualises the conversation too early or vanishes without warning.
The truth is I regularly feel embarrassed by my own needs, desires and wants in relation to others, whether romantic prospects or even just friends. Society does its best to compound that by constantly signalling this is my fault. Just this morning I was watching a TikTok about how I’m not sending the right signals to attract love into my life because, given how long I’ve been single despite dating, I likely have a nervous system regulation issue. Somewhere along the way single women who are still “trying” to remain open to love got told we aren’t single because we are simply unlucky but because we need to “work” on ourselves. It’s disgusting and makes me furious. Some real cunts are deeply, happily in love! I really think we need to bring back luck into discussions of romantic love." --Shon Faye, where the hell is my (embarrassing) husband?
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LAWRENCE OF ARABIA AFFIRMATIONS
DREAMERS OF THE DAY ARE DANGEROUS MEN
THE TRICK IS NOT MINDING THAT IT HURTS
MY FEAR IS MY CONCERN
THE DESERT IS CLEAN
I SHALL HAVE MY RATION OF COMMON HUMANITY
THERE IS ONLY THE DESERT FOR ME
In the saddle, on the saddle: 11,000 feet up above the Virginia Lakes, Hoover Wilderness, California. 26 July 2025.