A Carafe, that is a Blind Glass

A kind in glass and a cousin, a spectacle and nothing strange a single hurt color and an arrangement in a system to pointing. All this and not ordinary, not unordered in not resembling. The difference is spreading.

-Gertrude Stein

In a Station of the Metro

The apparition of these faces in the crowd;
petals on a wet, black bough.

-Ezra Pound

loafin'

this blog originally served as a place to write about my time living in Florence, Italy. now i plan on using it to unwind after work and make note of things i find interesting