pink and black and blue

m-ar fi plictisit in orice alt anotimp. ha

Choke

nu mi-am inchipuit ca o simpla mutare dintr-o casa in alta ar putea declansa asa o avalansa de sentimente senzatii sufocari trairi si retrairi - care erau, de altfel, totally uncalled for.  in final, cel mai greu de mutat sunt de fapt lucrurile care nu incap in cutii si saci si nici intr-o definitie anume. lucruri mici si abstracte, greseli, maturizari, fericiri, panici. aleg sa le las. they must be the cause for mourning.  

"Infrastructure will collapse

Voltage spikes

Throw your keys in the bowl

Kiss your husband goodnight"

so much depends then, upon distance: whether people are near us or far from us

(v. woolf, "to the lighthouse")

equilibrium

"i'd experienced joy, but not nearly enough, could there be enough? the end of suffering does not justify the suffering, and so there is no end to suffering, what a mess i am, i thought, what a fool, how foolish and narrow, how worthless, how pinched and pathetic, how helpless. none of my pets know their own name, what kind of a person am i?"

Lisboa

lovely raw dirty fresh old fascinating crowded romantic colored old aggressive vivid over-sunny phantomatic dark careless shadowy beautiful continuous the place of neverending fury love war cravings peace phantasy life death and everything in between