Here march the eaters of earth, the swallowers of rain.
I’m beyond the normal person. I’m not your everyday Joe.
When we observe how some people know how to manage their experiences–their insignificant, everyday experiences–so that they become an arable soil that bears fruit three times a year, while others–and how many there are!–are driven...
It is as though the practices organizing a bustling city were characterized by [city practitioners’, everyday citizens’] blindness. The neworks of these moving, intersecting writings compose a manifold story that has neither author nor spectator,...
You are what you wear. I wear something different everyday.
505If nothing ever changed,there’d be no such thing as butterflies.
The sun burnt everyday. Time burnt the sun and it burnt itself.