Letter One. Paris. February 17, 1903
Things aren’t all so tangible and sayable as people would usually have us believe; most experiences are unsayable, they happen in a space that no word has ever entered, and more unsayable than all other things are works of art, those mysterious existences, whose life endures beside our own small, transitory life. - Rainer Maria Rilke
Me: Is it fun to see Joe on tv?
Maxx: Yeah.... He's everywhere!
I write to let go, I write to hold on tighter, and I write, for you.– Tyler Knott Gregson