I hope your mamma is quite well?

When you’re working in a tiny cubicle, do you ever hatch out of it? How long does that take?

If you repeat things in your life, over and over again, life itself becomes flat, simple; it becomes its own cubist piece of art.

There are so many things one dreams of doing, things that are grand and sparkly, greater expectations than anyone else around oneself.

It’s in her scrawny hand
It’s in her icy heart
It’s happening today
at 8:40 AM again.

Time stopped.

No varnish can hide the grain of the wood. The more varnish you put on, the more the grain will express itself.

“The world was my oyster but I used the wrong fork.” ~Oscar Wilde

In my imagination I believe Frank O’Hara read this page once and loved it so much that he became a poet. I’m pretty sure that’s what happened.

“Piglet sidled up to Pooh from behind. “Pooh?” he whispered.
“Yes, Piglet?”
“Nothing,” said Piglet, taking Pooh’s hand. “I just wanted to be sure of you.”
~A.A. Milne, Winnie-the-Pooh

I do solemnly and sincerely and truly declare and affirm that the evidence I shall give shall be the truth, the whole truth and nothing but the truth, so help yourself with some tea and fruit.

Magnanimous contemplation.

Myrmidons are literally ant people, from the myth in which Aeacus begs his father, Zeus, to populate his plague-stricken island by transforming its ants into men.