Hong Kong Cafe, Vancouver, Photo by Greg Girard, 1970s
Nature's peace will flow into you as sunshine flows into trees.
Mahmoud Darwish, tr. by Fady Joudah, from The Butterfly’s Burden; “Maybe, because winter is late”
― Haruki Murakami, The Wind-Up Bird Chronicle
[text ID: I was a vacant room. Inside, the music produces only a dry, hollow echo.]
Anaïs Nin, Mirages: The Unexpurgated Diary of Anaïs Nin, 1939-1947
Wisława Szymborska, tr. by Clare Cavanagh and Stanisław Barańczak, from “Flagrance”, Map: Collected and Last Poems
I had a dream
that you said you loved me
It sounded different
than when you say it aloud
Almost like the way
I say it in my head
Anaïs Nin, Fire: From “A Journal of Love”: The Unexpurgated Diary of Anaïs Nin, 1934–1937
Anaïs Nin, Fire: From “A Journal of Love”: The Unexpurgated Diary of Anaïs Nin, 1934–1937
