Hook

I spent a couple of hours making a bag today and it looks like shit. That's what amazes me about crafting; no matter how long you spend making something, it always has the potential to look like shit.

I had never appreciated Pulp Fiction more than when I watched it today. There were some points at which I was overwhelmed by its genius (one of these was not when someone said two different things during two different scenes featuring the same event).

Can you imagine Paul Simon and Art Garfunkel in high school?
God, I bet they were nerdy.

Here is a poem that could very easily be about a closeted gay relationship, but isn't.

I imagined summer:
drawing our initials in wet cement,
flowers in pinks and yellows and reds

but the harsh light of the sun still offends, so we
sit and grow mold in the shadows,
watching our reflections in each other’s eyes

he took my hand and it was
chivalry,
formality