"Maybe, one day,
I will settle for second best.
& on that same day
the sun will burn out
& the stars will fall
from the sky.”
Rachael.
This is the visual diary I was always too lazy to keep.
“We are so brief. A one-day dandelion. A seedpod skittering across the ice. We are a feather falling from the wing of a bird. I don’t know why it is given to us to be so mortal and to feel so much. It is a cruel trick, and glorious.”— Louise Erdrich, Future Home of the Living God
“The loneliness of writing is that you baffle your friends and change the lives of strangers.”— Richard Powers, Galatea 2.2
e.e. cummings, from “in time of daffodils(who know” (in 95 Poems), Complete Poems: 1904-1962
[Text ID: “In time of daffodils(who know
the goal of living is to grow)”]
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