A Human
A Traveler
A believer in Music
A student of Genetics
Appreciative of Art
A Writer
At Joan's
It is almost three
I sit at the marble top
sorting poems, miserable
the little lamp glows feebly
I don't glow at all
I have another cognac
and stare at two little paintings
of Jean-Paul's, so great
I must do so much
or did they just happen
the breeze is cool
barely a sound filters up
through my confused eyes
I am lonely for myself
I can't find a real poem
if it won't happen to me
what shall I do
-Frank O'Hara
As dreams are made on; and our little life
Is rounded with a sleep.
- William Shakespeare "The Tempest"
Everything's Eventual - Stephen King
Second Year Chinese Textbooks
Thief of Time - Terry Pratchet
Love in the Time of Cholera - Gabriel Garcia Marquez
Latest movies seen:
Secretary
Love, Actually
View From The Top
Stolen Summer
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