wanting your children to have better parents than you had.

anchovy cravings

Spending every moment conscious and unconscious thinking about your lover.

accepting that your crush is self-destructive and learning how not to obsess about someone.

stale afternoon. your neighbour stands in her yard and watches the sky: her children are gone; her husband lost at sea; how she remembers them now is by fragments of beachglass, pearls and seashells in a vase that she protects with saran wrap.

Taking up meditation with the idea "there must be more to life than this".

the feeling you get after you taste the capsaicin, but before the heat hits your tongue.

she sees only pretty in the soft mirror, free as yet of the harsh glare of others' judgments of how she looks

the fascination in destruction

"Fish got to swim, birds got to fly, man got to ask himself why why why"

Staring into your lover's eyes thinking nothing else in life matters.

lying on a wooden deck in the woods staring up - dazzled at the closeness of the stars and reluctant to go in where it's warm and dry.

lying on a concrete slab still warm from the sun, watching the stars come out one by one (and the occasional jet going over at ~500 feet to land at the runway ~1/4 mile away).

In his quest to be completely honest with himself, he stripped away layer after layer of fabrication. He was left with a wifebeater woven from his oldest lies, and he wore it with style.

this:"Starting January 1st all bars bowling alleys and bingo halls in Oregon. must comply with the smoking ban"