December 2010
16 posts
” All your life.
You have been arranging.
Arranging things, arranging appointments, meetings, objects, words, sentences, language, food, flowers, shoes, clothes, furniture, interiors, things in drawers, in cabinets.
Arranging colours, arranging your hair, clothes on the body, arranging flowers at home.
After work, looking at the arrangement inside shop windows, shoes, food, words,...
Actually….
if I have better results or am born smarter, I don’t mind being uglier.
Ceteris Peribus.
Really. From the bottom of my heart.
This is how badly I want it but don’t have it. I don’t understand why.
I have the ability to grow double eyelid as I grow up. Take it away and give me some As. 5 cm off my height for 1 A? 5 kg of fats for 1 A? 5...
At the end of the day, when it comes down to it, all we really want is to be close to somebody. So this thing where we all keep our distance and pretend not to care about each other, it’s usually a load of bull. So we pick and choose who we want to remain close to, and once we’ve chosen those people, we tend to stick close by. No matter how much we hurt them. The people that are still with...
Life is so easy when you are young. When kisses heal boo-boos and lullabies are sung. It seemed that life could go on for years, as long as the nightlight was there to quiet our fears. Why does growing up have to be so hard? When did the world become bigger than our own back yard? There is no more recess to stop the stress of the school day. There are no more falling stars that can take our...
I think I want to be a nun.
Now from his breast into his eyes the ache of longing mounted, and he wept at last, his dear wife, clear and faithful in his arms, longed for as the sunwarmed earth is longed for by a swimmer spent in rough water where his ship went down under Poiseidon’s blows, gale winds and tons of sea. Few men can keep alive through a big surf in joy, in joy, knowing the abyss behind: and she too rejoice, her...
“Long ago, men went to sea, and women waited for them, standing on the edge of the water, scanning the horizon for the tiny ship. Now I wait for Henry. He vanishes unwillingly, without warning. I wait for him. Each moment that I wait feels like a year, an eternity. Each moment is as slow and transparent as glass. Through each moment I can see infinite moments lined up, waiting. Why has...
