There is rain and wind, and the light falls through the window just so. I feel like I’m in a Patrick Wolf song – which is a good place to be. That’s all for now.
“…You are not mad, or wild, or grieving! You are not roaring out to choke her with your bare hands! Which means your soul is not too mixed up with hers. And that is good. Here is my experience. Stay away from the ones you love too much. Those are the ones who will killContinue reading ““The Goldfinch”: stars are beautiful because of the space between them”
It’s not a vacation until you meet two gay German tourists on a pier on a wild beach, and these tourists will warn you off swimming on account of a solitary pink jellyfish. But then you’ll go swimming anyway, because it doesn’t feel like September and there are so many minutes left in the morning.Continue reading “Round here”
I remind myself that there are ways to be old and awesome: I’m also very, very grateful. I’m grateful for the love I’ve experienced over these years, and the pain, and the boredom (like Eddie Izzard says, you can’t be afraid and bored at the same time). I’m grateful to my family, my colleagues, stereotypicalContinue reading “On the day that I enter the last year of my 20s…”
I found this month-old gif (originally a cine via Cinemagram) of mine on my phone today: That was the day before we moved, leaving Novogireyevo for the older and stranger neighborhood of Kuzminki, also in eastern Moscow. Grandma had introduced Lev to the binkie when he was a few weeks old (without asking my permission,Continue reading “The last of the binkie wars”