n. a feeling of resonant connection with an author or artist you’ll never meet, who may have lived centuries ago and thousands of miles away but can still get inside your head and leave behind morsels of their experience, like the little piles of stones left by hikers that mark a hidden path through unfamiliar territory.
we’re the polaroids of an unlit room;
nothing but shadows
of something beautiful,
thirsting for light.
This time with my mom. And she is very upset about the wait until the next series. So upset in fact she has decided to boycott The Hobbit. I told her that’s not happening.