as i come into the light
I made a note to myself about buying A Voice Out Of Ramah next time I'm at Commonwealth Books. I didn't share it because I forgot to, ok. I wasn’t going to not share it because someone in Russia would be like “MWA HA HA! I’m going to buy that book so you can’t!” because there’s no fucking way they could pull that off in the less than 24 hours.
I bought it. Then I went to Falafel King. Today, I bought Jack Vance's To Live Forever at the library for 50 cents. I'd like to go to Harvard Books and Brookline Booksmith but I don't really have an excuse to go there right now.
A woman on the train had a tattoo of an anatomically realistic heart and a cactus. Another woman had a tatto of a death's head moth and a masked plague doctor.
Sadie (a black lab) was going for a swim in the river and enjoying it so much she didn't want to leave.
The Handel + Haydn Society said that they wanted to play this last year but then they decided that it did make sense because Beethoven felt increasingly isolated from society. The lyrics were redone in English by one of the Poets Laureate of the United States. It was jarring. It didn't quite have the spirit of the original poem, but things are different now.
I, too, have felt a loss of purpose in life caused by this pandemic.
Also, on Wednesday, there was a Gatorade bottle at the other side of the glass and I have no idea how it got there. Maybe a worker or perhaps some kind of hyperintelligent giraffopus left it there.
I saw Gabriella at the station. She did go and she brought Theresa with her, she just couldn’t find me in the crowd. Which makes sense because of the way the barriers were set up. I was in the front. They were in the middle somewhere. If I took a different train car. But instead, I found myself completely immersed in Phaid the Gambler.
I ganked this from Cook’d and Bomb’d
burning question: Remember when Uber and Lyft started inventing 'vehicles' that can transport 'multiple people' along a 'fixed route' as if it was a new and exciting idea?
I bought it. Then I went to Falafel King. Today, I bought Jack Vance's To Live Forever at the library for 50 cents. I'd like to go to Harvard Books and Brookline Booksmith but I don't really have an excuse to go there right now.
A woman on the train had a tattoo of an anatomically realistic heart and a cactus. Another woman had a tatto of a death's head moth and a masked plague doctor.
Sadie (a black lab) was going for a swim in the river and enjoying it so much she didn't want to leave.
The Handel + Haydn Society said that they wanted to play this last year but then they decided that it did make sense because Beethoven felt increasingly isolated from society. The lyrics were redone in English by one of the Poets Laureate of the United States. It was jarring. It didn't quite have the spirit of the original poem, but things are different now.
I, too, have felt a loss of purpose in life caused by this pandemic.
Also, on Wednesday, there was a Gatorade bottle at the other side of the glass and I have no idea how it got there. Maybe a worker or perhaps some kind of hyperintelligent giraffopus left it there.
I saw Gabriella at the station. She did go and she brought Theresa with her, she just couldn’t find me in the crowd. Which makes sense because of the way the barriers were set up. I was in the front. They were in the middle somewhere. If I took a different train car. But instead, I found myself completely immersed in Phaid the Gambler.
I ganked this from Cook’d and Bomb’d
burning question: Remember when Uber and Lyft started inventing 'vehicles' that can transport 'multiple people' along a 'fixed route' as if it was a new and exciting idea?






















































































































































































