thinking about the arkadiko/kazarma bridge….. stones put in place by myceneans more than 3000 years ago, still in use, still standing as a monument to our desire to connect, to go further, to meet on the other side….. all ancient bridges actually are endlessly fascinating to me. over the course of three millennia, whose footsteps and lives am i tracing if i step on those stones? whose hands freed the stones from the earth? what kind of person were the individuals who put them there? i may never comprehend their lives or daily realities, but we can share this much: a dusty road over a small gully, and our desire to cross.
did not understand what hannibal meant when he said “you are the mongoose i want under my house when the snakes slither by” until a cockroach crawled into sight while me and a hot girl were watching silence of the lambs and she stomped it to death with her huge docs while i stood on the counter. now i actually think everything hannibal says is reasonable
