February 2011
January 2011
Whoever Was Using This Bed, Raymond Carver
“Why are you telling me this?” She says, “It was a dream, honey.” “I don’t think I like it, knowing you’re supposed to be here beside me all night but instead you’re dreaming about strange dogs, parties, and ex-husbands. I don’t like you dancing with him. What the hell is this?[…]”
Destroyer - Savage Night At The Opera
This raises a thorny question for the U.S.: If tens of thousands take to the...
– SHADI HAMID on the EGYPTIAN ANTI-GOVERNMENT PROTESTS
I once believed a single line in a Chinese poem could change forever how blossoms fell
leonard cohen