and it came to pass that I realised none of us are problem solvers: we’re problem makers so that we might while away the time we stole too readily



there’s something to not knowing why your eyes are closed whether you can if it matters                      you read it right when you’re smoothing out the creases not quite sure if they’ll bounce back                      or burn somehow the iron finds a place making beds and warming towels that dash down empty halls to dry off the … Continue reading Unread