Has the rain a father...
What womb brings forth the ice?
- Job: 38
Tags: pondering
We have lost the art of public tenderness, these small gestures of wiping and washing; we have forgotten how abjectly the body welcomes a formal touch.
Anne EnrightTags: touch public-tenderness
Cats, I always think, only jump into your lap to check if you are cold enough, yet, to eat.
Anne EnrightJej błękit zajął miejsce w szarych zakamarkach jego mózgu i pozostał tam do końca życia
Anne EnrightTags: love
Description is hard. Remember that all description is an opinion about the world. Find a place to stand.
Anne EnrightI think I am ready for that. I think I am ready to be met.
Anne EnrightЗа това си мислех, ... че живея живота си в кавички. Мога да си взема ключовете и да се прибера "у дома", където ще "правя секс" с "моя съпруг" - както правят сума ти хора. И както правя аз от сума ти години. И не обръщах внимание на кавичките, нито забелязвах, че живея в тях ...
Anne EnrightA drinker does not exist. Whatever they say, it is just the drink talking
Anne EnrightI must console him for the distance we have moved from the place where he stopped.
Anne EnrightTags: death condolence
Her past is behind her, her future is of little concern. She moves towards the grave, at her own speed.
Anne EnrightTags: death-and-dying
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