i eat like a prisoner of war.

"wow, you're, like, empowered" said sara p bitterly, after I said I haven't really been in many relationships.  she was brooding over her latest break-up.  it was the best delivery of that line that could've happened, and it did :D.

characters whisper secrets that the mind races to collect, revelations for which the hands do not want to be responsible.

do not give me poetry without wisdom, or prose lacking a sense of poetry.

what we destroy in ourselves can be rebuilt, and that is how the heart learns resilience.

"each day I wish the mirrors could be silenced"

cold ground is best warmed by feet in night prayer.

best part of the day: eating chocolate cake in the men's bathroom.

she who wants to control everything should not want things she cannot control.

streetlights and moonshine.

i'm surprised

the phone doesn't burst into fire
when i look at it

the cure for a two hour commute: hot sauce before the drive

his eyes were wet
then the hourglass turned
and her glass comb
gleamed in the candlelight

So I swear by the afterglow of sunset. And by the night and whatever it gathers in its darkness. And by the moon when it is full. You shall travel from stage to stage in this life and in the Hereafter (the Realm Magnificent).
(Qur'an 84:16­19)

The choice to be a hermit always returns as the natural one. It's as if the venture into social normalcy was a phase, a test to witness the decency of people, that fails like paper's resistance to fire.

-June 2005

I was such a pessimist!