Blue Period

When I was young, I was born from an ‘imaginary’ world, where trees spoke, giants stood tall, and the sky glowed with the pleasant warmth of two suns. I kept to myself, spoke less than most anyone you've ever met, and enjoyed the company of one for most my time. Now that I’m older, I... Continue Reading →

Sacramento

I know it might seem odd for me to highly identity with a film about a Central Valley, California teenage girl in high school, struggling with teenage girl issues and her turbulent mother daughter relationship, all of which fails to fit me at all. Yet I did, very much, even if I was the only single male... Continue Reading →

The Lonely Tamed fox

My Dear, I've been thinking a lot about what it means to choose someone, to choose something. I'm the sort of person no one ever chooses; they may at first, but then, sooner or later, they move along and forgo their choice of me. Loneliness is my letter from life, for I am always the world's... Continue Reading →

The ghost of Hamlet

Love, Each day I think of the day when I will have to leave here, and I am saddened. It is far from now, yet this feels so very much like where I ought to be, ought to have been, that it fears me to consider this inevitable. While some days are ever so hard,... Continue Reading →

With Love

Nel suo profondo vidi che s'interna, legato con amore in un volume, ciò che per l'universo si squaderna. There is an evil I fear we have embraced: that we have allowed love to mean something of little or corrupt value: that love has lost its genuine character. We've elevated talking of how love is used too freely,... Continue Reading →

10 Days of a Twelfth Night

When he had led them out to the vicinity of Bethany, he lifted up his hands and blessed them. While he was blessing them, he left them and was taken up into heaven. Then they worshiped him and returned to Jerusalem with great joy. And they stayed continually at the temple, praising God (1). I last... Continue Reading →

Lost Boys and Girls

"All children, except one, grow up. They soon know that they will grow up, and the way Wendy knew was this. One day when she was two years old she was playing in a garden, and she plucked another flower and ran with it to her mother. I suppose she must have looked rather delightful,... Continue Reading →

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