“On soft Spring nights I'll stand in the yard under the stars - Something good will come out of all things yet - And it will be golden and eternal just like that - There's no need to say another word.”― Jack Kerouac, "Big Sur"
There is an ancient Sufi parable about coffee: "He who tastes, knows; he who tastes not, knows not."
Tuesday, December 26, 2017
Big Sur
Friday, December 22, 2017
Sunday, December 17, 2017
Saturday, December 16, 2017
Pain
I've been pulling on a wire, but it just won't break
I've been turning up the dial, but I hear no sound
I resist what I cannot change
But I wanna find what can't be found
Monday, December 11, 2017
Saturday, December 9, 2017
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