Call, break it off
Call, break my own heart
“Why are you afraid?” I asked myself, because fear is at the bottom of everything, even love usually rests on fear. “Why are you afraid, when whatever you do, will die anyway?” I unlatched the shutters. The light was as intense as a love affair. The sun was drumming time into stone. The sun was rhythming the day. I was blinded, delighted, not just because it was warm and wonderful, but because nature measures nothing. Nobody needs this much sunlight. Nobody needs droughts, volcanoes, monsoons, tornadoes either, but we get them, because our world is as extravagant as a world can be. We are the ones obsessed by measurement. The world just pours it out.Jeanette Winterson, from Lighthousekeeping
morning after
thoughts about the impermanence of a hook up written in permanent marker in the places he touched
by Lindsay Bottos
Fruit Juice Packaging by Naoto Fukasawa