get lucky sometimes

Oh Lesbia, who are you? And who are we?

I have a torrent happening in my mind, a literary hemmorage -- Sappho Sulpicia Seneca Tertullian Ovid Dante Petrarch Catullus Thucydides Homer Virgil Valla Guardino (to name the last few days).

I've been feeling cut off whenever I talk to you these days. I spend my days thinking about the sex and my nights dreaming about uncertainty -- what does this say? And yet sometimes it is quite the reverse.

listening to: even the losers // tom petty and the heartbreakers
reading: the italian renaissance // paula findlen