—Virginia Woolf

"Well, and what's cheese? Corpse of milk."

James Joyce

Autumn reclaimed.

(RMS, 11-3-21.)

Virginia Woolf, from Orlando: A Biography

“She always cut her hair

so he couldn’t tear that out, too.”

(RMS, 7-16-22.)

Finally got to thank them for saving my life after twenty years.

“Hunger, hunger is the purest sin;

It is an empty church in a crowded bin.

I’ve wept and I’ve stumbled

I’ve fought and I’ve craved

For the gravy of your soul,

But all I want to do now is walk among the

Barren trees in fields of snow.”

—Susanne Sundfør: “White Foxes”

you found me

For some reason, she hadn’t realized before that leaving meant leaving something behind. This was a gouging…a formidable excavation. Perhaps the true fault in our nature is believing that these coinciding and colliding lives are intrinsically meaningful. Or perhaps it’s our greatest asset. Oh, but to be able to let go of it all, regardless.

RMS, 3/26/2015

Memories in the soil.

(RMS, 3-1-2023.)