January 2010
23 posts
coming to terms with mortality no.1
infallibly each night i come to the precipice of that gaping chasm of mortality and as i stare into its mouth the darkness becomes more unfathomable. how can i see beyond this state of perpetual youth that stretches into the horizon of my life? and how can any person accept that there will be a last day, a last breakfast, a last smile, a last kiss, a last breath, a last touch of skin on skin? as...
anderson cooper saves the day
http://ac360.blogs.cnn.com/2010/01/18/anderson-in-the-midst-of-looting-chaos/
“I regarded Paris, with its gray-toned days and charcoal nights, merely as the...”
– Vladimir Nabokov (via travelhighlights)
