![]() It's like asking me to describe a mosquito that bit me on an evening 40 years ago. Just one of thousands of such non-interactions in my life. That's sort of sad, that being a woman, the only way a guy leaves you alone is if you're with another guy. He was a creeper! You know? And I remember thinking, I wish my boyfriend was here. We were celebrating our anniversary, stopped in for a drink, and then this guy kept looking at me. ![]() You come home with your mutant gifts to a house of bone. You carry your weather with you, the big blue whale, a skeletal darkness. Nothing moves but the shifting tides of salt in your body. The sun goes up and down like a tired whore, the weather immobile like a broken limb while you just keep getting older. If youre looking for inspirational travel quotes, you found them Discover the 55 best travel quotes paired with beautiful photos to fuel your wanderlust. You sigh into the onslaught of identical days. You return home deepened, a parched well linked to tomorrow by a frail strand of. You return home moon-landed, foreign the Earth's gravitational pull an effort now redoubled, dragging your shoelaces loose and your shoulders etching deeper the stanza of worry on your forehead. You yourself were cut from a different cloudy cloth, returned, remaindered, ill-met by moonlight, unhappy to be back, slack in all the wrong spots, seamy suit of clothes dishrag-ratty, worn. Its lifes change agent it clears out the old to make way for the new. Clouds, such as they are, are in fact suspect, and made from a different material than those you left behind. 'Death is very likely the single best invention of life. Not all things are blest, but the seeds of all things are blest. Johann Wolfgang von Goethe Nourish beginnings, let us nourish beginnings. And the home-style silences and clouds contribute to nothing but the general malaise. Quotes about endings and new beginnings We must always change, renew, rejuvenate ourselves, otherwise we harden. You think of the vermin clinging to the grass stalks, long hours on the road, roadside assistance and ice creams, and the peculiar shapes of certain clouds and silences with longing because you did not want to return. Coming home is terribly lonely, so that you think of the oppressive barometric pressure back where you have just come from with fondness, because everything's worse once you're home. Coming home is terrible whether the dogs lick your face or not whether you have a wife or just a wife-shaped loneliness waiting for you.
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