a blog of found things: words, art, photography, disappointment & hope
Everything I know, I know because of love – (Tolstoy)
Between now and now,
between I am and you are,
the word bridge.
Entering it
you enter yourself:
the world connects
and closes like a ring.
From one bank to another,
there is always
a body stretched:
a rainbow.
I’ll sleep beneath its arches.
– Octavio Paz
thigh and tongue, beloved,
are heavy with it,
it throbs in the teeth
We look for communion
and are turned away, beloved,
each and each
two by two in the ark of
the ache of it.
How odd I can have all this inside me and to you it’s just words.
David Foster Wallace, The Pale King
We can never know what to want, because, living only one life, we can neither compare it with our previous lives nor perfect it in our lives to come.
– Milan Kundera, The Unbearable Lightness of Being
Come for me if you wish, I will not run. Find me, find me in the open places with arms spread to the sky and not a trace of fear on the breath of my voice. I care not of the darkness in your hills, I worry not of the fire in your clouds. I am here, I have always been here.
– Tyler Knott Gregson
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