good times
“I just wanted to tell you that with all your faults I love you. I love or revere very few people. As for the rest, I’m ashamed of my immense indifference to them. But for those I love, nothing and no one, neither I nor certainly they themselves, can ever make me stop loving them.”
Albert Camus, from “The First Man,” originally published c. March 1994
Cold Water (1994)
She understands by feeling–especially by feeling pain.
Judith Thurman, from “I Became Alone: Five Women Poets,” wr. c. 1975
The Mirror (1975)
La liceale (1975) dir. Michele Massimo Tarantini
overwhelming, oscillating
It Takes Two by Steve McCurry
Her talk unfolds more magically than sheer lingerie; and she’s unselfish about everything,
Philodemos, tr. by William Moebius, from The Greek Anthology; “Epigrams,”
miss u
(…) it’s not easy been quiet and good, it’s like hanging on to the edge of a bridge when you’ve already fallen over; you don’t seem to be moving, just dangling there, and yet it is taking all your strength.
Margaret Atwood, from Alias Grace
All night you waited for morning, all morning
for afternoon, all afternoon for night;
and still the longing sings.
for afternoon, all afternoon for night;
and still the longing sings.
Ruth Stone, from “At Eighty-three She Lives Alone,” in In the Next Galaxy
The Mirror (1975) dir. Andrei Tarkovsky
Stéphane Mallarmé, from Collected Poems and Other Verse; “The Afternoon of a Fawn,” (x)
Merry Christmas everyone ✨ (I’m late ik)