The inferno of the living is not something that will be; if there is one, it is what is already here, the inferno where we live every day, that we form by being together. There are two ways to escape suffering it. The first is easy for many: accept the inferno and become such a part of it that you can no longer see it. The second is risky and demands constant vigilance and apprehension: seek and learn to recognize who and what, in the midst of inferno, are not inferno, then make them endure, give them space. ~Italo Calvino
Commonplace book of a teacher, poet, and counselor.
I leave the number and a short
message on every green Volvo
in townIs anything wrong?
I miss you.
574-7423The phone rings constantly.
One says, Are you bald?
Another, How tall are you in
your stocking feet?Most just reply, Nothing’s wrong.
I miss you, too.
(via christinasanantonio)