Thursday, November 25, 2010
Sunday, November 21, 2010
Friday, November 19, 2010
The other night I dreamt standing at the entrance to the deepest vertical cave, although not bottomless. As I sood at the cave entrace, gathered around me was every single elementary and highschool teacher I can remember. Two by two, each teacher started rappelling down into the bottom of the cave.
Saturday, October 9, 2010
"I used to beat myself up – perhaps I still do – for not loving you perfectly. I guess I was missing the point; I could never have loved you perfectly. In the way this whole world works to make us aim at progress, makes us focus on the beyond – distracted from what’s right there beside us – I realize now that I loved you not perfectly, but truly."