2006-04-22 - 8:35 a.m.
the love of form is a love of endings.
i bought a few plants, and then they grew. now the window is choked with green and variegated foliage - an embarrassment of riches. our upstairs neighbor is practicing phrasing exercises for the cello.
outside, the rain is falling in thin silver sheets. the scent of wet asphalt is drifting in through the windows, and by the kitchen sink, the jasmine smells like heaven. heavenly.