Closure Begins With An End
An email from out of the blue, reminded of odd feelings I’d forgotten and an end I hadn’t had.
An email from out of the blue, reminded of odd feelings I’d forgotten and an end I hadn’t had.
I’m reclaiming my right to write. There’s much I’ve felt and been and heard and wanted to say but didn’t. A relationship, an engagement, a bitter breakup…aren’t all of these fodder for a feeling writer? And yet I’ve been quiet. I’ve been under a self-imposed gag order that no one…
Your heart is a barren wasteland. It’s where dreams go to die. And hopes have a masochist side. But there’s no going back for me now.
The City and the City by China Miéville My rating: 4 of 5 stars Recommended by: Sumant Srivathsan At one level, there’s a story about two cities that share the same space. Not twin cities, not neighboring cities even, these are two different cities that sit on the same geography….
I feel like a prisoner of the internet. The online binds me but it also nourishes me.
It’s a day for flying solo. For being alone. Vegging out, watching mindless TV and pausing to stare out of the window, unseeing into the unclear outside, fogged, smogged and clogged by rain and outsideness. Or for getting lost in a crowd. The storm in the center of a sea…
Monday morning says, it’s work, bitch.
I’m feeling the pain of being born. It’s as painful as I’m told death will be.
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I was thrown out of the house that I labored to find and turned into a home. There will never be forgiving someone without a heart.