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N A I L S

“ℕ𝕒π•₯𝕦𝕣𝕖’𝕀 𝕣𝕦𝕀π•₯ π•’π•—π•—π•šπ•£π•žπ•€ π•₯𝕙𝕖 𝕧𝕒𝕝𝕦𝕖 𝕠𝕗 𝕙𝕖𝕣 𝕝𝕖𝕒𝕧𝕖𝕀 π•Ÿπ• π•₯ π• π•Ÿπ•π•ͺ π•šπ•Ÿ 𝕙𝕖𝕣 𝕗𝕒𝕝𝕝 𝕓𝕦π•₯ π•šπ•Ÿ π•₯𝕙𝕖 π•§π• π•”π•’π•π•šπ•«π•’π•₯π•šπ• π•Ÿ 𝕠𝕗 𝕙𝕖𝕣 𝕀π•₯π•šπ•π•π•Ÿπ•–π•€π•€ – 𝕙𝕖𝕒𝕣𝕕 π•¨π•™π•–π•Ÿ π•π•šπ•—π•– 𝕀π•₯π•¦π•žπ•“π•π•–π•€ π• π•Ÿ 𝕙𝕖𝕣 π•€π•–π•–π•žπ•šπ•Ÿπ•˜π•π•ͺ π••π•šπ•€π•”π• π•¦π•Ÿπ•₯𝕖𝕕 𝕙𝕦𝕖𝕀.

π•Šπ•™π•– π•€π•‘π•–π•’π•œπ•€ π•šπ•Ÿ π•£π•–π•žπ•–π•žπ•“π•£π•’π•Ÿπ•”π•– 𝕠𝕗 𝕣𝕖𝕝𝕠𝕔𝕒π•₯π•šπ• π•Ÿ, 𝕠𝕗 π•₯𝕙𝕖 π•€π•¦π•—π•—π•–π•£π•šπ•Ÿπ•˜ 𝕖𝕒𝕔𝕙 π•˜π•–π•Ÿπ•–π•£π•’π•₯π•šπ• π•Ÿ π•žπ•¦π•€π•₯ π•–π•Ÿπ••π•¦π•£π•–, π•’π•Ÿπ•• 𝕠𝕗 π•₯𝕙𝕖 𝕙𝕠𝕑𝕖 π•šπ•Ÿ π•₯𝕙𝕖 π•¨π•šπ•Ÿπ••’𝕀 π•€π• π•Ÿπ•˜. π•Šπ•™π•– π•¨π•’π•Ÿπ•₯𝕀 𝕦𝕀 π•₯𝕠 π•œπ•Ÿπ• π•¨ 𝕀𝕙𝕖 π•šπ•€ 𝕔𝕣𝕦𝕀𝕙𝕖𝕕, 𝕓𝕦π•₯ π•₯𝕙𝕒π•₯ π•šπ•₯ π•šπ•€π•Ÿ’π•₯ 𝕙𝕖𝕣 π•₯𝕙𝕒π•₯ π•šπ•€ π•₯𝕙𝕖 π•§π•šπ•”π•₯π•šπ•ž 𝕠𝕗 π•”π•šπ•£π•”π•¦π•žπ•€π•₯π•’π•Ÿπ•”π•–.

ℍ𝕖𝕣 π•”π•£π•’π•”π•œπ•šπ•Ÿπ•˜ π•šπ•€ 𝕗𝕒𝕝𝕀𝕖, π•žπ•’π••π•– π•šπ•Ÿ π•₯𝕙𝕖 𝕙𝕠𝕑𝕖 π•₯𝕙𝕒π•₯ 𝕨𝕖 π••π•šπ•€π•”π•–π•£π•Ÿ π•₯𝕙𝕖 π•₯𝕣𝕦𝕖 𝕣𝕦𝕀π•₯𝕀 𝕠𝕗 π•žπ•¦π•π•₯π•š-π•‘π•’π•£π•’π••π•šπ•˜π•žπ•€, π•’π•Ÿπ•• π•π•–π•’π•£π•Ÿ 𝕙𝕠𝕨 π•₯𝕠 π••π•šπ•€π•₯π•£π•šπ•“π•¦π•₯𝕖 𝕠𝕦𝕣 π•¨π•–π•šπ•˜π•™π•₯ π•₯𝕠 π• π•”π•”π•’π•€π•šπ• π•Ÿπ•€ 𝕠𝕗 π•—π•šπ•–π•£π•”π•– 𝕛𝕠π•ͺ 𝕣𝕒π•₯𝕙𝕖𝕣 π•₯π•™π•’π•Ÿ π•–π•Ÿπ•£π•’π•˜π•–π•• π••π•–π•€π•‘π•’π•šπ•£.

π•Šπ•™π•– π•¨π•’π•Ÿπ•₯𝕀 𝕦𝕀 π•₯𝕠 𝕀𝕖𝕖 π•₯𝕙𝕒π•₯ 𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕗𝕖𝕖π•₯ π•”π•’π•Ÿ 𝕠𝕗𝕗𝕖𝕣 π•Ÿπ•  𝕀𝕙𝕖𝕝π•₯𝕖𝕣 π•₯𝕠 𝕙𝕖𝕣 π•”π•£π•’π•”π•œπ•šπ•Ÿπ•˜, π•Ÿπ• π•£ π•”π•’π•Ÿ 𝕠𝕦𝕣 π•¦π•žπ•“π•£π•–π•π•π•’π•€ 𝕣𝕖𝕀π•₯𝕠𝕣𝕖 𝕙𝕖𝕣 π•₯𝕠 𝕠𝕦𝕣 π•“π•–π•π•šπ•–π•— 𝕠𝕗 𝕨𝕙𝕠 𝕀𝕙𝕖 𝕨𝕒𝕀, π•šπ•€, 𝕠𝕣 π•žπ•’π•ͺ π•“π•–π•”π• π•žπ•–.”

~𝐿𝑒𝒾𝑔𝒽 𝑀. 𝐿𝑒𝒾𝓉𝓃𝑒

Underpass

β€œIf today i was a graffiti, i would be one on a train that goes to the South of France.” ― Alain Bremond-Torrent

M n e m o s y n e

β€œThe pleasure of remembering had been taken from me, because there was no longer anyone to remember with. It felt like losing your co-rememberer meant losing the memory itself, as if the things we'd done were less real and important than they had been hours before.” ― John Green

C L O S E T E D . D A N C E

β€œThat we may not fall short of desire, but let us give way to the unspoken passion hidden in the closet of our discretion. (β€œCrΓ©puscule du dΓ©sir”)” ― Erik Pevernagie

I N V I S I B L E . S I L K

The most widely raised type of silkworm, the larva of the 'Bombyx mori', no longer exists anywhere in a natural state. As my encyclopedia poignantly puts it: 'The legs of the larvae have degenerated, and the adults no longer fly'. - Jeffrey Eugenides

Remembering Mary Jane

β€œI read of a Buddhist teacher who developed Alzheimer's. He had retired from teaching because his memory was unreliable, but he made one exception for a reunion of his former students. When he walked onto the stage, he forgot everything, even where he was and why. However, he was a skilled Buddhist and he simply began sharing his feelings with the crowd. He said, "I am anxious. I feel stupid. I feel scared and dumb. I am worried that I am wasting everyone's time. I am fearful. I am embarrassing myself." After a few minutes of this, he remembered his talk and proceeded without apology. The students were deeply moved, not only by his wise teachings, but also by how he handled his failings. There is a Buddhist saying, "No resistance, no demons.” ― Mary Bray Pipher

M O U N T A I N S

We are masterpieces in the making. Our soul’s contrast between light and dark provides a unique form that promises to be our most significant treasure and discovery.

C H O R U S

β€œImpermanence” Standing with my towel wrapped around my waist I faced the mirror and read the word I’d written in the fog the prior day.  Each day I wrote a […]

L O V E S P L I T

It is time to prepare dinner but I’m tired and the children have digitally shape-shifted Though admittedly I’m not far behind