a moveable feast.

The path of inaction will not lead me to the life I want

Always keep mint on your windowsill in August, to ensure that buzzing flies will stay outside, where they belong. Don't think the summer is over, even when roses droop and turn brown and the stars shift position in the sky. Never presume August is a safe or reliable time of the year. It is the season of reversals, when the birds no longer sing in the morning and the evenings are made up of equal parts golden light and black clouds. The rock-solid and the tenuous can easily exchange places until everything you know can be questioned and put into doubt.

I wish you could be free in August. You can imagine that, at least! A whole month, far from the world, in the heat, the sun, the laziness, the intimacy of the body! I burst with life and desire when I think about it.