This is beautiful. It got me a little verklempt, I’m not ashamed to admit. Thanks, Mark & Ari.
Why would you need an auger in this particular photo?
As such, we risk perhaps the most vital and precious aspect of human understanding, our innate sense that everything is far, far more complicated and messy and juicy and fluidly interconnected, far more non-dissectible than we like to imagine, and in fact trying to dismember human experience into its drab components merely destroys the holistic integrity of the whole damnable circus.
To be Irish is to know that in the end the world will break your heart.
He looked at her again from the raft, her slack stomach bent forward, her head on her knees. He saw her head lift and turn lazily towards the raft and he stood up then, stretching his body upwards, under what he imagined was her gaze. He dived, his body imagining itself suspended in air before it hit the water. Underwater he held his breath, swam through the flux of tiny bubbles, like crotchets before his open eyes.
Thanks for the fruit basket. It’s always good to have some apples when you’re in mourning.
Welcome to my world…