06 December 2010


What remains then?

Love is patient
And all things
To all people.

That is enough to sustain the universe, so it will suffice.


And I bought an apartment. The place is being repainted now before I move in on the weekend. The weirdest thing is that there are countless shades of white paint, with names to put the poet in me to shame, but none of them are quite, well, exactly white.

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