It’s already #tbt down here…
"All life is only a set of pictures in the brain, among which there is no difference betwixt those born of real things and those born of inward dreamings, and no cause to value the one above the other."
"I write out of a greed for lives and language. A need to listen to the orchestra of living. It is often said that a writer is more alive than his peers. But I believe he might also be a sort of narcoleptic who requires constant waking up by his own imaginative work. He is closer to sleep and dream, and his memory is more haunted, thus more precise."
hand-drawn thank you note
"I learned that people can easily forget that others are human."
last week.. (at Bixby Bridge)
"They say best men are molded out of faults, and, for the most, become much more the better for being a little bad…"
Shakespeare, ‘Measure by Measure’
"She had blue skin,
And so did he.
He kept it hid
And so did she.
They searched for blue
Their whole life through,
Then passed right by-
And never knew."
ok so I didn’t take this photo…
I woke up like this… (that’s the Pacific Ocean) (at Big Sur)
at Yosemite National Park