"His soul swooned slowly as he heard the snow falling faintly through the universe and faintly falling, like the descent of their last end, upon all the living and the dead."

Wanderlove, vastness yes and wet bones dry wind. Lust passing into loneliness all insignificant in less time than the word more simple in the expanse.

I need to read this again.

An English professor wrote the words, "Woman without her man is nothing," on the blackboard and directed the students to punctuate it correctly. The men wrote: "Woman, without her man, is nothing." The women wrote: "Woman! Without her, man is nothing."

Email from my mom in honor of International Women's Day on March 8th - sure, it's overly essentialist etc. but it made me smile.

with your E's and your ease and I do one more

E [man.called] in my head and iieee.
The inside wall is plastered with old Propaganda magazines.

It might make you feel better.

Efils good and the time is right
I'll bundle-up and slip away
The count is down and the drip is up
It's time to split this hunk of clay
~
Now you can bring back my suitcase
but you can't bring me
And you can have all the money
'cause you say that you must
But if you think that it matters
take a look at me
And don't close your eyes
as I turn into dust
Efils good
Don't tell me that I can 't do this
As if you don't know
How efils good

Eels