Doctors will send you home with a hundred diagnoses, each “scientific” and billable, yet none will admit the simplest truth, that you are living against the grain of your own soul, that your body is panicking because it cannot reconcile with its soul, the genuine purpose.

We were Bukele and his top guy, respectively, but you forgot…

Do I know anyone who lives along the I-94 between Detroit and Chicago? Perhaps in Ann Arbor? (Feel free to DM.)

"Let's see Coal Allen's card..."

Sometimes George Eliot is funny, as in describing: "a most unengaging, kickable boy."

POV: on se promène avec pique-nique sur le Mont-Royal jusqu'aux écuries du SPVM et les chevaux sont encore dehors...

Show her your command of language by sending her that picture with the caption "We".

Using Google Fights to pick a fight in my area.

When she wants to hear you break down the metaphors and puns sometime...

A drop of water that looks like a stone:

Foxes in non-fiction:

Some sunset: