From "A Temporary Matter"

"Let's do that," she said suddenly
"Do what?"
"Say something to each other in the dark."

~Jhumpa Lahiri

Obviously, something sensual radiates through this. It alludes to things done in the dark. But it reminds me of Confession, the safety and the anonimity. Anyone who has met me knows that I like that anonimity, as much as I hate it. It allows me to step back and observe and learn, but it also used to prevent me from actually experiencing things. Plus telling secrets with the dark blanketed around you has such a feeling of intimacy. Nothing but the dark and hushed, reverant voices imparting and seeking truth.

From "This Blessed House"

She was like that, excited and delighted by little things, crossing her fingers before any remotely unpredictable event, like tasting a new flavor of ice cream, or dropping a letter in a mailbox. It was a quality he did not understand. It made him feel stupid, as if the world contained hidden wonders he could not anticipate or see.

~Jhumpa Lahiri

And remember when I moved in you?
The holy dark was moving too
and every breath we drew was hallelujah

i think i should explain this place to anyone who should come trip-trapping here accidentally. i do believe that sometimes people say what we feel and what we are better than we ever could. there are things that i read or hear that strike so close to home, so close that i didn't realize that that was home until it hits. these things, these snippets of the world...they'll make me smile. they'll make me think. and then, i'll forget about them, like a pretty piece of found string that gets placed absentmindedly in a pocket that gets washed. this is a place to put them. there is a good chance that none of the things here make sense to you or ever will. unless, of course, they stick to you...and that's another story...