The heart of man is very much like the sea, it has its storms, its tides and its depths; it has its pearls too.
Vincent Van Gogh
I.
When I was trying to quit smoking
and we drank white wine from Mason jars,
you called my freckles cocoa powder
and I called your green eyes
celery.
II.
I am learning how to be a grown-up
who pays bills, cooks her own meals,
and doesn’t cry at words like
I think I just want to be friends.
III.
The truth is this:
Love is an organic thing.
It rots and softens.
All That’s Left To Tell, Clementine von Radics
“Rain Room” at the MoMA
An interactive installation where visitors can stroll through a storm without ever getting wet. This looks amazing. I hope I get to see it in person.
