I love this life with abandon and wish to speak of it boldly: it makes me proud of my human condition. Yet people have often told me: there's nothing to be proud of. Yes, there is: this sun, this sea, my heart leaping with youth, the salt taste of her body and this vast landscape in which tenderness and glory merge in blue and yellow. It is to conquer this that I need my strength and my resources. Everything here leaves me intact, I surrender nothing of myself, and don no mask: learning patiently and arduously how to live is enough for me.
(Camus)

Unspeakable

She sat at my desk and spoke to someone else. Her husband was diagnosed and treated, but not cured. A new life has begun, but it's stranger than the one they've left behind. He's not the type to open up, but he started keeping a cooler full of beer, and when his friends see him sitting in the garage with the door up, they know to come, to sit with him, and to talk about anything else.

Babble.

I have friends with blogs who have gone half way around the world and write to make their experiences more real. I have friends with blogs who bust words apart and write because it makes them who they are. So much to admire.

I want growth and reflection, so I'll write too.