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Imponderable distress at the center of the universe

Taste: Gravensteins Sight: winged arc of a crow - swoop Sound: "You are the center of your universe....sound vibrating all around you."; swoop Touch: corpse pose to fetal pose; squish! Smell: M&Ms; Play-doh Extra: his absence increases the tension in the room; imponderable bloom; "I will not measure you out anymore distress than you need to write your books. Do you want any less than that?" — "The Young Man With a Carnation," Isak Dinesen Grateful for: stories

Flowers of transient fragrance, fruit tarts everlasting

Taste: sweet, fresh, fruit tart; Granny Smith Sight: cyanotype blue photos; the redundancy of Halloween decorations; fuzzy russet and black spiked Woolly Bear caterpillar of the Isabella Tiger Moth (Pyrrharctia isabella); a pale yellow, dinner-plate-sized toadstool - amanita muscaria; a 1963 black Pontiac Bonneville Sound:  perfect for October-Gary Numan Touch: blueberries pop Smell: Vampire incense Extra: a bright pink house; green clad fairies underground; word of the day: Parnassus (n.) late 14c., from Latin, from Greek Parnassos, mountain in central Greece, sacred to Apollo and the Muses, symbolic of poetry. "Parnassus has its flowers of transient fragrance, as well as its oaks of towering height, and its laurels of eternal verdure." [Samuel Johnson, "The Rambler," March 23, 1751];  "So the world became morally charged, I guess is how I'd say it. People were precious and not just my people. All of that started working its way into the st...

Sulphur Cosmos in an idealistic post-war fervor

Taste: Golden Delicious apple froth; hand pressed apple cider; rum cookies Sight: cobwebs; misty, morning; a single leaf hanging from a single leaf and turning slowly; a sunny yellow fringed flower - Sulphur Cosmos Sound: "No, Rainbow, No!"; "Lost," "My Jesus," Gary Numan Touch: an acorn underfoot Smell: rose perfume Extra: 144 hours; 322 miles in 14 months; "Humanity is yearning now as it never did before for truth, for beauty, for the things that comfort and console and make life seem worthwhile. I feel this all round me, every day. We've been through a frightful ordeal, and every decent spirit is asking itself what can we do to pick up the fragments and remould the world neater to our heart's desire." “Printer's ink has been running a race against gunpowder these many, many years. Ink is handicapped, in a way, because you can blow up a man with gunpowder in half a second, while it may take twenty years to blow him up with...

The swaying of the sea, a scraped knee

Taste: Awesome Sauce sweet chili with real heat; King David apples Sight: Cementerio Santa María Magdalena de Pazzis - a cemetery in San Juan; tubes of blood; gray upturned waxen faces; a pink nightgown Sound:  VNV Classical; "Hey Jude," as sung by Rogue; Shut Me Up - VNV Nation (1200XL Remix) Touch: the swaying of the sea; a scraped knee; a hand squeeze Smell: cooking pasta Extra: returning home on the first day of fall; "After a dream of ice-blue flowers, she ripples clear and alpine in the morning." — "Revenge of the Night People,"  Molly Tenenbaum   "The world is plain today, plain and clear. It is sweet to breathe the shining air." — "Housecleaning, Autumn Equinox,"  Molly Tenenbaum Grateful for: anticipating concerts; socializing