raskolnikov felt sick, but he couldn't say why

falling in love all over again...

... with noah and the whale

"oh and when will our heartbeats fall into line,
and the click-clack of our boot heels beat out the same time?
oh and when will your hand find itself in mine?"

revisiting an old friend

"My task is, by the power of written word, to make you hear, to make you feel – it is, before all, to make you see. That – and no more, and it is everything." 

- Joseph Conrad

a fleeting wish

i want to put on my cowboy boots.
i want to kick up some dirt.
i want to smell the hot, dry dust.
i want the air to be golden and hot.
i have never wanted this before.