“We each have a special something we can get only at a special time of our life. Like a small flame. A careful, fortunate few cherish that flame, nurture it, hold it as a torch to light their way.” — Haruki Murakami, Sputnik Sweetheart There’s a bit of sadness in me tonight; I never know where … More “We each have a special something we can get only at a special time of our life. Like a small flame.”
September is Dad’s birthday month, which explains why I’m working on a mini-status project over at (my personal) Facebook, to family and close friends: posting something – anything – about Dad, once a day, until his birthday. That’s 27 Dad-related daily entries. Already I’m late in posting my third one ha I’m terrible with these daily … More “In that space, the hero lives a thousand lives; that’s Dad.”
Rainy Sunday evenings always compel me to write; I’ve no idea why, though I’ve a theory. Maybe it’s true that the hidden romanticist in me unveils herself only at the oddest hours and quietest moments. Rainy evenings it is. I just looked through a journal I attempted to fill last year summer, but of course – my … More “That’s it. That’s my heart.”
Some days are just terrible writing days. Some days make me want to just quit school. Some days I’m convinced I need to get myself out of here now now now. I was twenty-one at the time, about to turn twenty-two. No prospect of graduating soon, and yet no reason to quit school. Caught in the most curiously depressing circumstances. For … More “The world kept moving on; I alone was at a standstill.”
Yesterday I survived 10 hours in school despite what felt like 39-40ºC body temperature – maybe it wasn’t that bad but it sure felt that bad – and something like 50% brain power, and over and over in my mind, I told myself I should’ve just tried harder to be a writer, a social scientist or … More “Some grieving you do in private.”
“And you’re alone, but not lonely.” It was still early, and they were the only customers in the bar. Music from a jazz trio played softly in the background. “I suppose,” Tsukuru said after some hesitation. “But you can’t go back now? To that orderly, harmonious, intimate place?” He thought about this, though there was … More “That place doesn’t exist anymore,” he said quietly.
i. We were in a Mexican restaurant along California Ave, one we’ve wanted to try since we noticed it about a month ago. Last Friday was a fairly lively night, though the rest of the day was a weird one for me. The restaurant was dimly lit and a majority of the customers were families; we … More present/future, take II.
Sometimes fate is like a small sandstorm that keeps changing directions. You change direction but the sandstorm chases you. You turn over, but the storm adjusts. Over and over you play this out, like some ominous dance with death before dawn. Why? Because this storm isn’t something that blew in from far away, something that has nothing to … More “this storm is you.”
WordPress’s Daily Post tackled something that’s been on my mind of late: To Use or Not To Use Tumblr? Lately I realize I’ve a habit of saving quotation images and creating my own from across the web and my Kindle ebooks. I’m doing them so often now that all my gadgets have plenty quotes and … More To Use Or Not To Use Tumblr?
“As time goes on, you’ll understand. What lasts, lasts; what doesn’t, doesn’t. Time solves most things. And what time can’t solve, you have to solve yourself. Is that too much to ask?” – Haruki Murakami, Dance Dance Dance Happy 65th birthday to one of my favorite authors of all time! Thank you so much for your … More lost without you.