[M]y table napkins [...] They could tell a tale or two. Laps they have sat on, lips they have touched, fingertips they have wiped.
Nigel Slater
A Thousand Feasts
[M]y table napkins [...] They could tell a tale or two. Laps they have sat on, lips they have touched, fingertips they have wiped.
Nigel Slater
A Thousand Feasts
What a strange time it was, for all of us: awkward because of the technology, emotionally charged because of the separation, tender because of the uncertainty about the future.
Aria Aber
Between sleep and wakefulness is the world of dreaming, between work and rest is the world of playing, between hallucination and practical reason is the world of desiring.
Finding Winnicott
@abourihan
The only truth I can understand or express is, logically defined, a lie. Psychologically defined, a symbol. Aesthetically defined, a metaphor.
Ursula K. Le Guin
1976 intro
The Left Hand of Darkness