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your birthday card
your birthday card
The clouds were disappearing rapidly, leaving the stars to die. The night dried up. Andre Breton, The Magnetic Fields
A library at night is full of sounds: the unread books can’t stand it any longer and announce their contents, some boasting, some shy, some devious. Helen Oyeyemi, What Is Not Yours Is Not Yours
The night stared me in the face, amorphous, blind, infinite, without frontiers. Not a single start relieved the darkness behind the glass. Stanisław Lem, Solaris
Everything was an adventure, at night, when you were where you shouldn’t be, even if it was somwhere you could go perfectly well in daylight, and it was then only ordinary. Robin McKinley, Pegasus
In life, night rises from the ground. The day hangs on for as long as it can, bright and eager, absolutely and positively the last guest to leave the party, while the ground darkens, oozing night around your ankles, swallowing for ever that dropped contact lens, making you miss that low catch in the gully on the last ball of the last over. Hugh Laurie, The Gun Seller
Before 2020, I had never rented an AirBnB. Then my husband and I’s ten year anniversary landed in the fall of 2020, the first year of the pandemic. We wound up spending our anniversary in the Smoky Mountains, in an adorable cabin set in the woods outside of Boone, North Carolina. This introduced us to a whole new type vacation the cabin weekend getaway. Since then we have traveled we have stayed in we have stayed in five other cabins in the national Smoky Mountain park. What makes these trips so great is there is no need for a complicated itinerary. We just show up with food, maybe look up a local trail to hike, and just enjoy the relaxing cabin atmosphere. During the pandemic, Taylor Swift was able to capitalize on the rising popularity of remote trips and cozy cabin aesthetic. Writer Jim Harrison may have passed away four years before the start of the pandemic but he was a master of capturing the wonder and loneliness of a remote, solitary lifestyle in the …
I’m hungry for a juicy life. I lean out my window at night and I can taste it out there, just waiting for me. Brigid Lowry, Guitar Highway Rose
my candles are electricthey light on my commandmy candles are electricthey’ll never burn your handmy candles are electricthe static symmetry a little blandbut, my candles are electricand they light on my command
Those candle flames were like the lives of men. So fragile. So deadly. Left alone, they lit and warmed. Let run rampant, they would destroy the very things they were meant to illuminate. Embryonic bonfires, each bearing a seed of destruction so potent it could tumble cities and dash kings to their knees. Brandon Sanderson, The Way of Kings