A random collection of things that I find inspirational or sweet or cool or brilliant or scintillating or witty or luscious. I strive to be an arbiter elegantiae.
Sensations, feelings, insights, fancies—all these are private and, except through symbols and at second hand, incommunicable. We can pool information about experiences, but never the experiences themselves. From family to nation, every human group is a society of island universes.
He’s more myself than I am. Whatever our souls are made of, his and mine are the same