It’s peaceful outside. Crickets are chirping. Or cicadas. Early calls of Spring. The sun has set. There’s the familiar sense of impermanence. I felt it acutely several years ago, though the scale of this impermanence is much less. I’m not going far at all. I know it will be the start of a new chapter. … More Impermanence
Why am I Aomame?
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I wish I could do better by you ‘Cause that’s what you deserve You sacrifice so much of your life In order for this to work – The Girl, City and Color
I repeat the poem by Robert Frost as I am walking by the dresser. I recall the sweet lilt. The cadence. Our balding seventh grade English teacher who moved us the way language moved him. I never meant to memorize the poem. Or Cherry’s face from The Outsiders. The words have slipped in the years … More Nothing gold can stay