February 2012
2 posts
January 2012
5 posts
The right kind of letter.
London, Friday afternoon July 4, 1873
Come back, come back, my dear friend, my only friend, come back. I swear I shall be kind. If I was cross with you, it was a joke which I was obstinately determined to carry on; I repent of it more than can be said. Come back, it will be quite forgotten. How terrible that you should have taken that joke seriously. For two days I have not stopped crying. Come...
December 2011
8 posts
November 2011
21 posts
“Squander it, always squander it. Give it all away. Don’t save a little part of you inside yourself. Not even a scrap. It gets tainted in there. It rots.” -Milo, from Sam Lipsyte’s The Ask
September 2011
27 posts
3 tags
“We didn’t need a story. We didn’t need a real world. We just had to keep walking...”
– M83
