"Do you want anything?"

After a while she says, "No. Not any thing."

— William Faulkner, The Sound and the Fury

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Thought-provoking.

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You and I, Ingrid Michaelson

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For the longest time, this song got me through commute.

Rare Sunday

It's a rare sunday I'm not at work or working. So, i guess, being sick has its advantages. Antidote for today: endless lovely pictures. I hope you enjoy them as much as I do. *SNEEZE*

Joanne Woodward & Paul Newman

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Whenever I fall sick, I like to read about Old Hollywood Legends. It may stem from my love of greek mythology (classic hollywood icons are our closest embodiments of immortality ) and my love for classic hollywood movies. I was struck again by Joanne Woodward and Paul Newman's long marriage and love story.

Can you see how Paul Newman only ever looks at her?

It reminded me of Louise Gluck's poem titled "Happiness":

A man and a woman lie on a white bed.
It is morning. I think
Soon they will waken.
On the bedside table is a vase
of lilies; sunlight
pools in their throats.
I watch him turn to her
as though to speak her name
but silently, deep in her mouth--
At the window ledge,
once, twice,
a bird calls.
And then she stirs; her body
fills with his breath.

I open my eyes; you are watching me.
Almost over this room
the sun is gliding.
Look at your face, you say,
holding your own close to me
to make a mirror.
How calm you are. And the burning wheel
passes gently over us.

Typewriter

When I was young, my mum gave us a typewriter and I loved it. You can't make errors when you use a typewriter. Or more wondrously, even an error is beautiful. As if every second of your existence can be embodied in the typewriter - and you can't hide your mistakes. You must be brave and say the truth.

I want to buy a typewriter. There are a lot of things I would like to type. And not have the ability to erase.