‘But the mingled, mingling threads of life are woven by warp and woof: calms crossed by storms, a storm for every calm. There is no steady, unretracing progress in this life; we do not advance through fixed graduations, and at the last one pause…’
Tuesday, January 13, 2015
Jenny Offill, Dept. Of Speculation
'That night on TV, I saw the tattoo I wish my life had warranted. If you have not known suffering, love me. A Russian murderer beat me to it.'
