...don't create snakes out of ropes. You have enough to worry about.

Everytime i have turned the page he re-enters my life as awkward as postscript

Monday is the day of silence, day of the whole white mung bean, which is sacred to the moon.

Or is this how humans survive, shrugging off history, immersing themselves in the moment?

In life, it's best not to take anything for free - unless it's from someone who wishes you well.

Fennel, which is the spice for Wednesdays, the day of averages, of middle-aged people. . . . Fennel . . . smelling of changes to come.

I am buoyant and expansive and uncontainable--but I always was so, only I never knew it!