Everything and Nothing

There was no one in him; behind his face (which even in the poor paintings of the period is unlike any other) and his words, which were copious, imaginative, and emotional, there was nothing but a little chill, a dream not dreamed by anyone. At first he thought everyone was like him, but the puzzled [...]

Posted at 3:56 pm on October 6, 2009 | leave a comment | Filed Under: Uncategorized | Tagged: , , | read on

for I have tasted the fruit

for all your desperate counterfactuals, insecurity and fear of predation
as if I could quit you, tinúviel.

Posted at 2:54 am on September 9, 2009 | leave a comment | Filed Under: Uncategorized | Tagged: , , , | read on