i can't believe i'm finally here. wherever you are feels like home.

also, holy christ: i'm in the same city that ABBA is in.

i guess what happened is you left and i stopped sleeping altogether..

4 hours last night, i think; god knows why

perhaps the rather unique circumstances of our meeting are what make us act and feel like "newlyweds"--even six years on. perhaps we're still deeply aware of our luck...

Eurydice

one simply cannot find the words
RIP gabriel garcia marquez

therapy is poetry and a hot bath...

too frightened and uneasy to read the news..

this is just to write something. anything.

dear friends,

if anyone knows anyone in toronto who may be interested in seeing a production of Easter by august strindberg put on by my brother-in-law, please follow the link for details about the show as well as an indiegogo fundraising campaign

* poster designed by Beata Rasitsan

...and so begins the season of incessant rain

i love how in the short amount of time since we started this, the birthday treat sign-up sheet has gone from specifics (lemon loaf, lavender brownies, vanilla cupcakes) to abstractions (something baked, redemption for last time, cookies)