Swim

“This summer I went swimming,
This summer I might have drowned
But I held my breath and I kicked my feet
And I moved my arms around…”

–Loudon Wainwright III, Swimming Song 

Pain

“The pain is smart enough to poet out a space, where bruises are verse and rhymes are moans, over and over again.”

Tiffany McDaniel, The Summer that Melted Everything

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Together

Only the Paranoid Survive

Fascinating Truth

Finding Words

Listen

Photo clicked in Paharganj, New Delhi.

Borders

Magical Things

 

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Life and Art

 

Life imitates art, but clumsily, copying its movements when it thinks it isn’t looking.

-Neil Gaiman, Trigger Warning:Short Fictions and Disturbances

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