abra

is it pretentious to quote from madame bovary? forgive me, please, but i must:

Whereas the truth is that fullness of soul can sometimes overflow in utter vapidity of language, for none of us can ever express the exact measure of his needs or his thoughts or his sorrows; and human speech is like a cracked kettle on which we tap crude rhythms for bears to dance to, while we long to make music that will melt the stars.

in other words, words are never enough.

okay, i spend way too much time goofing off on this site. i must force myself to do some work. so if you don't see me for a couple days, don't worry. i won't stay away for too long.

lovelovelove
abra!