“It was time when they both loved each other best, without hurry or excess, when both were most conscious of and grateful for their incredible victories over adversity. Life would still present them with other moral trials, of course, but that no longer mattered: they were on the other shore.”—
Love in the Time of Cholera
RIP dear Gabriel García Márquez, whose words carried colors no one else’s ever did.
I don’t trust people who are quick to give nicknames. There’s power in how you want to be identified, starting with your name, and any attempt to change that is an attempt to take this power from you, however small or seemingly inane. Nicknames are disrespectful in this regard, they replace your identity with how the other wants to perceive you and your relation to them.
Please bear with me as the delayed twitter withdrawals kick in. Over the next few days I may just make a bunch of 140 character posts. Earlier today I got a little high and fantasized about reactivating my twitter account just to tweet the following:
There was an earthquake 5 minutes ago and now my phone doesn’t work and if this is it for my 9 year-old Nokia at least I can say something dramatic like “only thing that could destroy that phone was the very earth ripping itself in two.”