I'm convinced no one ever actually listens to In the Aeroplane Over the Sea intently, if they did they'd be bawling the whole time

Tell me something that will cheer me up.

Right now the only thing I want is for the time to go by as quickly as possible until I die and the suffering is over.

I returned to Nepal this afternoon, the Stupa was all lit up and the rain fell just like I remember. This is my third August in Nepal, all but one in a row; there was a time when that would have filled me up with glee, but two months back in the West hit me where it hurt. It's not that I'm not looking forward to the rest of my time here--I am, ( Read more... )

America is this absurd thing that keeps on going whether people want it to or not, that beeps at you and insists on smiles and plastic.

Where does all the ground we displace go?

One could be forgiven for forgetting that more isn't better, if only the stakes weren't so high.

You have to love 7-hour layovers in Amsterdam, two joints in a coffeeshop and back to America we go.

I love you.

Yes, you.

the sight of walsh from the back side as the cloudy night fell after all those afternoon runs around the chestnut hill reservoir. that first party freshman year, where I threw up in some poor senior’s bathtub. moss, grey with that lovely hint of blue, hanging from the centuries-old oak of new orleans, so familiar and so foreign after four years ( Read more... )

Maybe people have the idea that spirituality is this extraordinary thing: on one side over here is my life as I live it day-to-day, being upset at how my boss treats me or feeling uncertain about the future, all the little ups and downs; on the other side is this thing you want to call religion or spirituality or enlightenment, the pursuit of ( Read more... )

I need your prayers.

I give up. Take it, take everything. I can't stand it any more.