I walk the same way home every night. I like the routine, the familiarity of it, the romances that I can manufacture as I peer into people’s front windows. Sometimes I will stand for hours under the violet street lamp, my ear intimately pressed against the doors as I try to catch the discordant noises that hover like dragonflies. Searching for ( Read more... )

In my younger an dmore vulnerable days I go and watch the cattle graze in their empty pots of flowers and men that hustle beneath the bushes of a pale sunday mornign swimming in a long abyss of time and space that never seems to end because of the whirlwind of lif ethat sumsumes their jelalous eyes on a daily basis. Oh dont be jealous. Such a ( Read more... )

You know what I hate? I hate reading a book and then after having put it down someone trundles into the room and begins talking to you. The beautiful effervescence of language is gone, drowned, killed by the generic mundane language and the sluggish reality.

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I have been sitting opposite a young man in the train all day - a vagabond about nineteen, with a well-knit frame and sweet face, exhibiting no special beauty but radiating intelligence and the magnetic force of the male adolescent. I look at his hands - great powerful palms and fingers, fashioned to mould and clasp, yet finely shaped, and attached ( Read more... )

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I'm beginning to miss singapore..


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