Sublime

susurrus

if their

raconteur?

are all living, at most, half of a life, she thought. There was the life that you lived, which consisted of the choices you made. And then, there was the other life, the one that was the things you hadn’t chosen. And sometimes, this other life felt as palpable as the one you were living. Sometimes, it felt as if you might be walking down Brattle St

ouroboros

To play requires trust and love.

Maybe the one had to be lost for the others to be found?”