Sitting On The Pot, Reading A Book Of Poems, A Large Brown Spider Scuttles By My Feet To Hide Behind

“Sitting on the pot, reading a book of poems, a large brown spider scuttles by my feet to hide behind a shelf. My wife is not there to shout, so I go back to reading my book and both of us continue on as if nothing had happened.”

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I am not at all interested in immortality, only in the taste of tea. — Lu Tong

You know those days where you’re feeling lonely but don’t want to be around people so you lay in bed for hours pretending you’re not stressed about the work you’re not doing? Anyone?

During the Ottoman period it was a tradition for the man to give the woman a mirror. The meaning behind this: "There is no better gift, that I can give you, than yourself."

Watching old episodes of Parts Unknown and being struck by little moments like these. What an extraordinary tragedy.

We make our world significant with the courage of our questions and by the depth of our answers.

– Carl Sagan