For Travels Abroad
i’ll just describe where i am right now. i’m on a laptop listening to mexican guitars and typing into this box. there’s no air, or at least the air feels very heavy. i’m sitting on a wooden chair next to a hard plastic pine green table. an old man sits a few feet to my right hunched over the pa daily news, his jaws grating visibly into a salmon sandwich in a ripple motion,...
I love rain,
the way it washes everything away, all the grime and the debris of days and weeks driven out; the smell of it, like a newborn world, lush and green, elicited from prodded, picked dirt; in the dark, hearing the pitter-patter of it pelt against the ground. I remember in my old house in Israel how the earth flushed with each rainfall—how the dirt became inflamed with red, how the color blazed through...
She wants to know if I love her, that’s all anyone wants from anyone else, not...– Jonathan Safran Foer, Extremely Loud and Incredibly Close | Submitted by: bornonthe17th (via quote-book)