n. the realization that each random passerby is living a life as vivid and complex as your own—populated with their own ambitions, friends, routines, worries and inherited craziness—an epic story that continues invisibly around you like an anthill sprawling deep underground, with elaborate…
with the rain back in bellingham comes the return of the same grey cloud looming over my mood. gosh this blows like the wind (see what i did there?)
n. the surge of energy upon catching a glance from someone you like—a thrill that starts in your stomach, arcs up through your lungs and flashes into a spontaneous smile—which scrambles your ungrounded circuits and tempts you to chase that feeling with a kite and a key.
In celebration of their two-hundredth issue, The Paris Review presents a spread of paint chips drawn from the most colorful descriptions in literature.
| — | Lemony Snicket, The Beatrice Letters (via upon-the-heath) |




