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