Sublime

insurgent

fomented

Boris Vian

And it was the kind of thing that loses the most important nuances when reduced to words.

laudable

zelkova tree

Reality spilled out into the alley like water from an overfilled bowl—as sound, as smell, as image, as plea, as response.

In Search of Lost Time

The sun begins to sink. It is time for the cats to come. He knows that he is irretrievably lost. This is no town of cats, he finally realizes. It is the place