An unexpected call, just before the exam starts. A worried glance down at a phone, a quick “excuse me.”
Love never cancels. But where there are conservative and progressive platforms, they will cease; where there are vigorous debates, they will be quieted; where there is a think piece, it will pass away.
I write because someone once said, “Only two jobs can speak for the dead: detectives and writers.”
When we cannot speak to God, cannot even say the barest “I love you,” we are carried.
Thirteen years later, I realize I made a bad trade. Mom, you were right. No one is surprised.
There’s more than meets the eye
Invisible to the naked eye
I can do that with my eyes closed
You know what? Come to think of it, It’s OK if you don’t enjoy every moment. People are always saying that: “Enjoy EVERY moment!”
You didn’t have to know Bennington’s pain first hand to understand a Linkin Park song.
It’s a tricky balance, the nostalgia and passion of the past against these grim truths that have always existed.
Borges describes a fictional language that completely lacks nouns, and I tried to work out what this might mean in practice.