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(aminatta forna, the memory of love)
(aminatta forna, the memory of love)
i would come back to this city just for its bookstores with shelves full of books in a language i dont understand. but just the smell of these books. the man gave me one as a gift.
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the first 15 minutes it is hard. the first 15 minutes when you are still closer to dying than to finding strength again, where it smells of night and no morning, it is later that you wake up again, when … Continue reading
discipline in defeat. strength in bringing sadness home.
new austerity pack “a new standard, a new no, and if you come close, more than a new no.” with gentle emptiness our space we fill each other over the distance. i own three forks – when i have guests, … Continue reading
“and no more sadness than absolutely necessary.”
(a zeze, a six stringed two necked instrument.) its necks are infested with worms, eating away the insides of the wood, producing small heaps of dust on the ground where it leans against … Continue reading