“AND IN MY SADNESS I HEARD WATER”
And in my sadness I heard water
flow through every object in the room.
And in the water I heard a great distance
carefully annihilate its travelers,
and carefully, almost lovingly,
drop a tiny flame in the mouth of an infant.
Water, you have made my room flexible.
For every drowning victim,
one single fish is pulled into the air.
I dislike The Great Gatsby. I don’t find Fitzgerald’s style pleasing whatsoever. Overwrought adjectives and fluffy prose don’t do it for me. There, I said it. Sometimes I wonder if Fitzgerald intentionally set out to be Hemingway’s antithesis. That would certainly make his writing more interesting, at least for me.
“Forrest Gump” and “Good Will Hunting” are a couple of my favorite movies. I’m currently reading and enjoying Let the Great World Spin by Colum McCann. It’s essentially portrait snapshots of people living in New York City. I also have a mad crush on Sal Paradise. I just love character driven pieces.
Wearing a romper means getting undressed every time you have to pee.
I don’t understand how people do things after a run. Props if you’re a “I run in the morning so I have energy for the day” kind of runner. I’ll be napping.
“This room isn’t built for recording music. It’s built for playing Scrabble in front of the fireplace.”
(via Yours Truly — PICKWICK)