To think my aching heart could kid the moon
What’s in store
Should I phone once more
No, no, no, no, no it’s best that I stick to my tune
From a dentist appointment (unexpectedly) on the 69th floor of the Chrysler Building. Being up so high made me experience the same feelings I had when I first moved to New York six and a half years ago; the wonder of all the life going on at any given moment. Watching cabs slide down avenues, specks along crosswalks, and the inexplainable silence of being up so, so high with a loud city below.
Newfound war portraits of my Grandpa.
Adella days (Mignon’s new pup).
Peaceful be thy silent slumber
Peaceful as thy pure sweet life
—On a tombstone at Lafayette Cemetery #1, New Orleans
From a weekend down in New Orleans.