"- and go out and meet something I don't understand. a man would have to put his soul at hazard. he'd have to say, 'ok., i'll be part of this world." - no country for old men
running by the monona terrace. k. sachs on the blues guitar. groceries and guiness. polka-dotted ballet flats. the last spring in madison. smoky quartz. black current tea, mozzarella veggie ciabatta sandwiches, and blood oranges. thesis writing tuesdays at barriques w. the rego. plaza thursdays. dreams about fire escape revolutions. collecting blank postcards. making amends. daylight savings time.
underdogs with good intentions | amputees with stamp collections
plywood skinboards ride the ocean | salty noses suntan lotion | always seriously joking
and rambunctiously soft-spoken
you're such a good friend i hafta break your heart [ k. dawson ]
maybe all men got one big soul everybody's a part of, all faces are the same man.