24 – dream things
The rinsing through of passing years puts a fair amount of stretch and fade in to the spaces between mistakes. Just three more minutes on this cycle and you will never have happened.
The rinsing through of passing years puts a fair amount of stretch and fade in to the spaces between mistakes. Just three more minutes on this cycle and you will never have happened.
If we do not write, we will forget and be forgotten. [I'm reminded of my late maternal grandfather who would keep rectangles of cardboard torn from cigarette cartons in his pocket and use them to note down any thing of [...]
Food, friends, family; A full house makes for a big home.
At 2am, the magnificence of the night was defiled by unholy shit spewing from the house five doors away. She stuffed the comforter into her ears and began to think really loudly. But there was this one note. [...]
When in doubt, Helvetica. Go zen or go home. Being odd is auspicious.
When I'm feeling particularly useless, I type random words into my Gmail search and read the regurgitated chat archives.
Effective/Affective Rhetoric […]
It happened just after my eyes fell on the notice stuck to one of the walls at Khan’s Butchery. “Ready fried onions. Perfect for vagaars and biryanis. Don’t be fooled by imitations”. […]
It's not that I don't want you. Almighty Forbid. May that not be taken for prayer. It's just that I don't want you right just now. If I were having guests over for lunch, would I tell them to come [...]