oh, the mystery

As a human invention utilized by humans, language is perfect only as an ideal; in human hands, it becomes a highly imperfect expression of our uncertainties, mistakes, ignorance, creativity and curiosity, our hopes, anxieties, fears, and desires.

"what frightening thing is the human

a mass of gauges and dials and registers

and we can read only a few

... and those perhaps not accurately"

- john steinbeck

nostalgia

... is a beautiful thing.

desire

never let go

of that fiery sadness

called desire

-patti smith