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Only now did I begin to understand why it was not always through words that people sought each other out and came to understand each other, and why some poets went to such lengths to seek out companions who could, like them, contemplate the beauties of nature in silence.

Someone shit on the floor of the foyer I’m working on. Luckily Frank got to work before me, so I didn’t have to clean it up. It’s so sad to see human shit out of context.

“Later she went to the Landromat, where she saw a man carefully folding his wet clothes and putting them in the dryer.”

Sally Rooney is actually just a misogynist change my mind

I don’t know how much more of this I can take

stag night in the embassy with Genie ‘what we need is a story, they murmur, passing a small pot of jam / between them. the men continue to murmur and pas the jam, the jar / becoming thinner and thinner as their hands wear away the glass / that turns back into sand (centuries!)