I lay aside my raintarnished spectacles. The old betangled spanish moss overhangs my consciousness…
Was it something that somebody said?
Mama, I know we broke the rules…
Ashes of laughter
The ghost is clear
Why do the best things always disappear
-The Band, Ophelia
A friend of mine was telling a ghost story the other day…
Turning and turning in the widening gyre
The falcon cannot hear the falconer;
Things fall apart; the centre cannot hold;
Mere anarchy is loosed upon the world,
The blood-dimmed tide is loosed, and everywhere
The ceremony of innocence is drowned.
She’d been crying, but I didn’t know…
Tris: But I’m not pretty.
Four: No, you’re not, and I would only go to your funeral if there was cake.
Inching closer to the edge…
“You desire to know the art of living, my friend? It is contained in one phrase: Make use of suffering.”
I slowed the van when I noticed him…
But dreams come slow and they go so fast
You see her when you close your eyes
Maybe one day you’ll understand why
Everything you touch surely dies
-Let Her Go, Passenger
I visited Thomas Jefferson’s home at Monticello…
And I’ve seen your flag on the marble arch
And love is not a victory march
It’s a cold and it’s a broken Hallelujah
-Hallelujah, Leonard Cohen
The only sound in my house…