J'avais 20 ans en 1940. #borisvian #marcelpagnol
"“She’s not your mother. She’s not a woman; she’s not even human. From the moment she went over, we lost her just as surely as if she’d died. They do not live for our benefit. They belong to Themselves.” I remembered the rolling otter and its sweet-looki
So far life has been learning to live with asymmetries. I was reading Edith Holden's nature journal on the subway this morning when the man sitting in front cupped his hand and sniffed coke right before me.
