i believe i have found something new to do.
The terrible problem of being drunk and wanting to go on a late night drive to nowhere.
There are less than four hours left in the first full day of 2014. So, Happy New Years, Tumblr. I’ve had you for three years now, and I hope to use you for many more.
I’m going to be old and slow this year. There’s no point in speeding anywhere - we’re all going to get there anyways.
I hope at the conclusion of this year, I’ll be a better man than the author of this note.
In California, a small “Mexican-Hindu” community rose up in the early 20th century, as male immigrants from Punjab – mostly Sikh – married Hispanic women and started uniquely bicultural families. U.S. immigration laws restricted South Asian women from immigrating to America, while miscegenation laws forbid South Asian men from marrying white women. Marriages between South Asian men and Hispanic women – classified by law within the same racial category – resulted in bicultural children with names like “Maria Singh” and “Jose Rai.”
When you are walking
next to someone
and your hands are going to touch
but not yet.
When your hands turn into
your grandmother’s hands
after an unaware length of time
under hot shower water.
When you are going to
leap like a bird
off a swing and drop
like a frog instead.
The not yet, the almost, the already too late.
— Avery Veins, “Moments” (via tris-tesse)