“If I were to live my life in catfish forms in scaffolds of skin and whiskers at the bottom of a pond and you were to come by one evening when the moon was shining down into my dark home and stand there at the edge of my affection and think, “It's beautiful here by this pond. I wish somebody loved me,” I'd love you and be your catfish friend and drive such lonely thoughts from your mind and suddenly you would be at peace, and ask yourself, “I wonder if there are any catfish in this pond? It seems like a perfect place for them.” ― Richard Brautigan, The Pill Versus the Springhill Mine Disaster
nude swimming, floating, under the blinking sun, is one of the most truly beautiful joys in life. silk and skin.
this place took my breath away. deafening sound of cicadas. the river beside me while i slept.