The tragedy (or rather, the difficulty, given our housing affordability crisis) is not that this beautiful though diminished old house will be demolished; but that it will be replaced by just another single family home, larger and with less modesty. Preferable would be to have multiple units.
To be in the belly of the whale is to be outside the belly of the whale — is to be in the midst of hiccups.
Noting the motion my hiccups have imparted to the soup in the white bowl.
Whitman was the poet of Lincoln while so many of us are the poets of Trump. “I voted for this!” say some of the poets of Trump. “I hate Trump!” say others of the poets of Trump.
If I have thought it, another has thought it first. If I have thought it, many are thinking it right now. The cataloging of the ordinary has an obvious role in democracy.
It had been one of those WORDls where even after you get four of the letters it could be any number of words. I had been fortunate to get the ‘m’ early on and so knew the word was not ‘faker’ or ‘taker’ but — ‘maker.’
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