A rambling:


I like making fun of everyone for liking other people.
and then plop plop plop.

As Dumboldore said reminiscently, “Oh, to be young and to feel love's keen sting.”
(The Harry Potter V film was excellent by the way, I saw it the next day with a crowded audience nonetheless.)
This is so silly.

I’m reading “Eros,” this philosophical criticism book on classical love poets. (Ha, does that make sense?) Anne Carson provides this sobering take on love and I feel like everyone should probably read it because the Greeks knew their shit (or their hearts).


As a sweet apple turns red on a high branch,
high on the highest branch and the applepickers
forgot-
well, no they didn’t forget- were not able to reach
…



oh.