looking for something, yes, abeyant treasure – the bedrock of himself in other words
weird
Imagine lying there beneath such a pendulous chandelier of lambent gloom
Leonardo’s invidious compliments only provoked more of my bookish rhetoric
i assumed it meant rude
My grandmothers, teachers, uncles and aunts, and especially my father, were always encouraging me with their constant homilies: if at first you don’t succeed try try again; hard work moves mountains
I can't wait to go into reverse, to make the things of the world exist again, one by one or all together, to set their variegated and tangible substance,
