“It’s great to be here. It’s great to be anywhere.”
Keith Richards turns an immortal 71 today. I wrote this for him.
And for my dad. And for me.
Anais Nin said, “we write to taste life twice”, and I say that perhaps we write to taste it twice, and then read those words over and over to dine on life for the rest of our days. Perhaps we write to create appendages to things, and moments, and feelings already beautiful in their own right.
“In this world in which we live, simplicity and kindness are the only magic wands that work wonders.”
-L. Frank Baum
When I think of living simply, I immediately envisage small living spaces. Most often, the requiem I find myself in is a small loft apartment, with charmingly crackled walls, cold concrete floors, and a bed clad in diaphanous white linens, the center of it all. There are countless little towers of vintage books, haphazardly strewn throughout the humble haven, all standing watch like little sentinels. Continue reading
“Wherever you go becomes a part of you somehow.”
I never knew how much I wanted to see the world until I actually saw some of it. Now that I’ve seen what the world looks like beyond the periphery of my homeland, seeing every corner of it is one of my heart’s most earnest desires. Continue reading