We were just looking at ideas of each other.
Nerdighters make me believe in America again.
I think that it's a universal urge to have our pain not be felt alone and to have our joys not be felt alone.
The dead are visible only in the terrible lidless eye of memory.
This squirrel is inadequately afraid of humans! Squirrel, I am a threat to you! We are enemies! Please get off my bench! Oh, god! Oh, god! Don't touch me—oh, god!
I learned that myth doesn’t mean a lie; it means a traditional story that tells you something about people and their worldview and what they hold sacred. Interesting.