This quote is often attributed online to a letter from Emily Dickinson to her sister-in-law, Catherine May Scott. But that might be apocryphal — and the felicitation might date as far back as Plato.
Ali Jane Smith gives us an excellent breakdown here at the Sydney Review of Books.
BOOM! Studios.
Is this the haunted Nail Salon & Spa? It’s even named for NYC, which is where Stephen King’s dooming eponymous hotel room tormented poor Mike Enslin.
That’s some synchronicity worthy of The Dark Tower. FOLLOW THE PATH OF THE BEAM.
EC Comics.
You KNOW how I love puns and portmanteaus, etc., etc.
Someone just called me “Nolandsman” and I am over the moon.
“The Sea of Ice.” Oil on canvas.
“The days lengthen slowly in January, but the cold deepens.”
— Henry David Thoreau
Why did biology class never teach us to interpret the weird sounds our bodies would start making at around age 52? Instead it was all about the pistils and the stamens and the mitochondria and the cell division.
I swear to you, something in my left flank just made a noise like half a whippoorwill call — but with a wistful timbre to it.
If I call my doctor tomorrow and ask him about wistful-whippoorwill-kidney, he’s going to dump me as a patient. Because he’s put up with a lot of shit up until now.
Eric Robert Nolan, Author 