Shadows on the hills
Sketch the trees and the daffodils
Catch the breeze and the winter chills
In colors on the snowy linen land

Remember there's probably someone out there who thinks Nightcrawler and Wolf of Wall street are inspirational. Take care.

I can rest easy knowing somebody used defenestration in a sentence. Even better, maybe GRRM killed off the character like that just to be able to use the word.

Defenestration: The act of throwing someone or something out of a window

i’m looking to clear out a massive pile of printed papers, essays, and self-printed literature/ philosophy readings that are taking up too much space around here. there’s no grand occasion or special event behind this it's just a routine decluttering, and instead of ወረቀቱ በኪሎ ተሽጦ ዳቦ ከሚጠቀለልበት, someone here might actually want to read them.

​a few quick details:

​what’s in the pile: a mix of philosophy texts, literary essays, and various books/readings i’ve printed out over time. (these are self-printed and bound copies, not store-bought published editions.)

​if anyone is interested in taking them off my hand @zablon_7

"For this reason I kneel before the Father, from whom every family in heaven and on earth derives its name."
-Ephesians 3:14-15

It's a pity that it takes these international holidays for me to feel justified in posting tributes to my parents but that doesn't matter.

What matters is that I have a father to write loads about.
Whenever I am disembodied by these bouts of doubt, parental love is the only conviction that screws me to place.

If our fathers are our first experience of how a heavenly father would be, my dad did not disappoint whom he champions.

He made me unafraid in what to demand from a father, heavenly or otherwise.

My earthly father let me question him when he was questionable because there's no desire for tyranny in his heart.

I have countless things to praise him for. Flashy things like how he cooked for me and hand washed my stained garments. But we connect exclusively on subtleties now, and though his face never betrays his deepest thoughts, I know him.

I tell him about how much I had loved the camel milk we drank when I was little and he tells me about that time he gave me a bath while I was fast asleep and I had whined the next morning because I had no recollection of it. Then we talk about things neither of us believe in deep down or care about. We feign faith and political affiliation and get worked up about drama that does not enrage us. We feign belief in a fair dealing of cards.

We do not say what hums in our bosoms. We both know it's the same song.

I'm seeing that my fallible, many times fallen, earthly father is the only father whose goodness I can vouch for even when he makes mistakes, and maybe he's the only father I've got.

"A fool
stays awake all night
worrying about everything.
He’s fatigued
when the morning comes,
and his problems remain unsolved."

- None other than Odin the Allfather


Sleep early tonight.

One of the most incredible things about reading is that you will find a white man from another era whose life couldn't be more different from yours, that has written a book , and you have either written or agree with everything he has written line for line. The disappointment of not having written it first is absolutely nothing compared to the joy and wonder of being completely known by another human being. Long after having given up on being understood, it's delightful to find out that some dead person somewhere not only spoke your language but also got everything right. Keep reading until you find that person and stay with that author for as long as you want to. Then resume the search for another that speaks a language that you didn't even know you spoke. There's a part in The Graveyard Book where the main character is taken to hell and meets some historical and fictional figures and I imagine my literary heroes like that. They reach out from the belly of the earth and whisper goodies in my ears. I also imagine demons, different kinds of them that divide roles among themselves and fly out of hell to possess different kinds of people ,and the same plight obsesses those of us that have been possessed by the same kind of demon.

F. Pessoa

"The cure for poverty has a name, in fact. It's called The Empowerment of Women."

- Christopher Hitchens