Deep Recess
What you can never say, can still be said. What is understood, well . . .Archive for Love
Can All Wait?
The task at hand is as tangible as can be – ordering of books, the meal to be cooked, and such. The thought – so fleeting, so transient, so delicate that any other task, or thought even may wreck it.
Can all the corporeal tasks wait to set this ephemeral thought in concrete so that it is available to you for ever?
What do you do then, with that inventory – do these blocks of thoughts, now tangible, become tasks?
Untitled: 15 April
It is bad enough that words are treacherous enough not to be able to convey meaning. But when they become the basis of defining your character…
My eyes were intently looking at the toothpaste foam tending towards the steel-rimmed hole in the basin. I sensed her standing behind me. At that time, toothpaste foaming in my mouth, it would have been best not to say anything. Sheer utterance of a syllable even would have been the death of the moment. And yet…
