It's the old paradox of Theseus' ship. If all but a splinter is replaced, is it the same vessel? If parts of me are found to be worn down and in need of replacement, if ideas that I have of how I behave are not large enough to circumscribe my actual behavior, or the feelings that never become behavior, and I replace these ideas with new ideas ( Read more... )

"The act of indicating any being, object, thing, or unity involved making an act of distinction which distinguishes what has beern indicated as separated from its background. Each time we refer to anything explicitly or implicitly, we are specifying a criterion of distinction, which indicates what we are talking about and specifies its properties ( Read more... )

He arrived late, waiting on the steps with gifts hidden on him: a piece of baculite in the shirt pocket, a mix tape tucked into his sock where the cuff of the jeans hid it all. He arrived perfectly, all heat lamp and sunrise, his jacket smelled like liquor and stone and behind the ears he smelled like pears. He had a new beard. He had his hand ( Read more... )

You were not acting like someone who had recently promised me terrible things while pressing my opened back to the hardwood floor with a several kiss. Instead you asked her about her weekend or reading or else you looked at the window. Instead of panicking I said nothing at all and dog-eared a page of my book repeatedly. The air was perfect and the ( Read more... )

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1. Total number of books I own:
I have two homes. In one I have about eighteen feet of books, seven of which are library books. In the other I have about thirty feet, though a couple of those feet are technically my parents' books which I have claimed because I wanted to have them/read them.

2. Last book I bought:
Science and Steepleflower by ( Read more... )

For some reason, the ones who call you back are never the ones you want.

This polaroid makes me so happy.

You can see the shape of the wind in the grass rippling, a recognizable pattern created by something we can't see.

There is so much to do tonight in preparation for tomorrow. Thankfully, I can still find pleasure and a sense of wonder in staring at my reading and going, "gosh, so much has been written!" and also "Gosh, I get to add to the immense pile of things nobody really wants to read!"

As I am doing right now.