- Haruki Murakami in 1Q84

[text ID: Not all days. But most days / I do. Most days the garden’s / almost enough: little pink flowers / on the sage, even though / the man said we couldn’t eat / it. Not this kind. And I said, / Then, gosh. What’s the point? / The flowers themselves, / I suppose. The rain came / and then the hail came and my love / brought them in. Even tipped / over they look optimistic. / I know it’s too late to envy / the flowers. That century’s / over and done. And hope? / That’s a jinx. But I did set them / right. I patted them a little. / And prayed for myself, which / is embarrassing to admit / in this day and age. But I did it. / Because no one was looking / or listening anyway.]

transit by rachel cusk

Ada Limón, Bright Dead Things

— Melissa Broder in “Problem Area” from Last Sext

Jeanette Winterson, Lighthousekeeping

Mark Wolynn, It Didn't Start with You: How Inherited Family Trauma Shapes Who We Are and How to End the Cycle

rice, mary oliver

Just don’t stop”

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Franz Kafka, Letters to Felice‎