“Cynics are only idealists with awkwardly high standards.”
-Alain de Botton
Brooklyn is suddenly so clean.
I’m here, you’re there. Now what?
Every morning, this is what I’m going to tell myself.
Photographs by Eileen Quinlan. Like magic, so enchanting.
http://butdoesitfloat.com/103200/In-spite-of-these-oscillations-the-link-has-never-been-broken
That fly wasn’t supposed to be there but he was there and it was okay cause it was cool. Hey fly.
Everyday is like Sunday
Everyday is silent and gray.
-M’ssey
It’s 4:00 PM and so damn dark out. This is the S.A.D. Club anthem for when we place our heads in our hands and then sit in silence for hours.
Think I need a donut.
Suddenly the world seems such a perfect place, with a donut in your hand.
Like Hot Cheetos and lime seltzer.
When you are on your beds,
search your hearts and be silent.
-Psalm 4, again and again.
Goodnight.
The heat in my apartment is broken. Went out and bought a fur coat. Now bonding with my cat.
What are you waiting for? Break out the good china for once, damn it!
There is no such thing as etiquette on the Lucky Star bus. I wonder if my phone conversations are as stupid as everyone else’s? Answer is yes, but you’re still talking too loud.