out beyond ideas
of wrongdoing and rightdoing
there is a field
i'll meet you there
when the soul lies down in that grass,
the world is too full to talk about.
ideas, language, even the phrase each other
doesn't make any sense.
—rumi, 13th century
do you remember what you once said to me?
one day, you will be nostalgic for today.
at the time, i couldn't begin to convince a future without you— i believed with all my heart we were destined for each other. and in the back of my mind, i always knew i'd feel nostalgic for a moment we shared or a memory we created— but not once, not even for a second— did i imagine it was you i'd be nostalgic for.
—lang leav