December 2010
7 posts
my grandparents
lately
This morning, in a relatively crowded train, I saw a young couple making out. The woman standing beside them rolled her eyes and I smiled at the woman but she didn’t smile back.
THE HEART IS A LONELY HUNTER
“What he has now to say is a long wonder the world can bear & be. Once in a sycamore I was glad all at the top, and I sang. Hard on the land wears the strong sea and empty grows every bed.”