They Walked on a Tightrope to the Sun

My blog is a book that can only be read in the dark. My life is books and dresses and poetry and learning and debate and beards and my cottage. Maybe one day I'll tell you more about my existence. "We walk in swirls of human beings, we are cuffed around kindly, among soft tyrannies, everyone chatters excitedly in the foreign tongue. "No man is an island." We gain strength from "them," but also from ourselves. From what is inside that the other person can't see. That which can only meet itself. The innermost paradox, the underground garage flowers, the vent towards the good dark. A drink that bubbles in empty glasses. An amplifier that magnifies silence. A path that grows over after every step. A book that can only be read in the dark." -Tomas Trastromer