Red Cedar
More apocalypse, less angst
Category: Read
Pinching from stories.
First of all, love is a joint experience between two persons – but the fact that it is a joint experience does not mean that it is a similar experience to the two people involved. There are the lover and the beloved, but these… Continue Reading “Pinching from stories.”
Reading.
“it is clear she… knew already the lovely contradictory nature of glass and she did not have to be told, on the day she saw the works at Darling Harbour, that glass is a thing in disguise, an actor, is not solid at all,… Continue Reading “Reading.”
Two months of books.
One thing about being weirdly introspective is that I end up reading an awful lot and I’ve been meaning to post here for ages about some of what that has looked like. But I’ve let it go so long that the list is ridiculous… Continue Reading “Two months of books.”
Leaping.
The sun came through my window this morning and illuminated the sunflowers resting in a vase on my table giving me the moment of dark and light in which I snapped this photo. Until then (over breakfast) I had been immersed in Fear and… Continue Reading “Leaping.”
After one and before another.
Okay. It’s been ten days. Enough of the silence already! I’m deafened by my own reluctance to type in the box and hit publish. I even missed marking my 3rd blog anniversary (which was the 11th) cause I haven’t been so enthused lately with… Continue Reading “After one and before another.”
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