my last day in Germany and it's going to rain, rain, rain.

“It seems, in fact, as though the second half of a man's life is made up of nothing, but the habits he has accumulated during the first half.

-Dostoevsky

Costello: "How's your mother?"
Man: "Oh... I'm afraid she's on her way out."
Costello: "We all are. Act accordingly."

"Between the wish and the thing the world lies waiting."

-Cormac McCarthy, All the Pretty Horses

i got a new idea for a story

Two dreamers step into an elevator hovering on the nineteenth floor and are instantly struck by the loveliness of the other. Aware of the immediacy and ephemeral nature of the circumstance, their love is exhausted in a shrunken amount of time so that they may fully express themselves before arriving on the first floor.

Imagine for a moment how this might appear to the outsider: not as an appendage truncated at the forearm, but the full picture minimized in all of its splendid details. The whole thing is there, burning brightly as the ground comes closer, and the elevator doors open, and their eyes are alight with precipitation.

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