To see a world in a grain of sand,
And a heaven in a wild flower,
Holy infinity in the palm of your hand,
And eternity in an hour...
--William Blake; Auffuries of Innocence
I don’t know why Frank insisted on bringing me to this dinner party, I don’t even know what to talk about and everyone’s already having a conversation, it’d be awkward to butt in. A steakhouse? Really? I’m a pescetarian, Frank. We’ve known each other ten years. Nobody’s even bothered to comment on my coat or offered a tummy rub. Your friends are shit, Frank.
my favorite post of 2013