The only way I think you can really write about something, or somewhere, is to talk to strangers about it. When people are speaking to me, it's as an equal. I'm there at the diner or whatever, having breakfast, you're next to me having yours, we strike up a conversation. The omelette; the weather; the upcoming election.
The dusty blue satin curtain slowly winches itself open, to reveal a thick wall of glass, behind which lies the famous spring itself. A water so clear and turquoise it hardly looks like water at all.
3mo ago
Underscored — save the words that stop you in your tracks.
