i spend so much time in a world of words and numbers, observing and listening, as if trapped inside a snow globe, that sometimes the interruption of that comes with difficulty and absolute shock. a sudden, fascinating moment throws you into the present and reminds you you’re alive. i just read this line, “he grabbed my hand” and a memory came on like a flashbulb. it felt good, i mean, the original sensation, of course, but the memory of it had a similar effect.
“in these bodies we will live, in these bodies we will die. where you invest your love, you invest your life.”
Image: Ruby Vroom , Soul Coughing