To Be In Love

I need my grapes individually washed.

To be with me, you can’t just toss a bundle of them in a colander and splash some water over them. You need to scrub each grape by hand, getting off all the grit that I swear is otherwise there if you don’t.

I know. I’m not easy to love.

So if you’re trying to woo me, individually wash my grapes. I assure you, dear Reader, it works every single time.


From Return To Tipasa — Interlude By Albert Camus

In the middle of winter I at last discovered that there was in me an invincible summer.

To Not Be At The End

Do you ever feel used? I mean really used. Used to the point where you can’t even tell who or what you are anymore?

I saw The Best Exotic Marigold Hotel on a plane recently. The main character says: “Everything will be alright in the end. If it is not alright, then it is not yet the end.”