Weez Phillips's Blog, page 5

December 13

She’s not a cynic, of course not, but she does believe that nothing much happens, which explains her affinity for Tolstoy and for Beckett and for sleep. Because nothing much happens. He is a cynic. Everything happens for a reason, and that reason is pain. And we all deserve it, don’t we, we all deserve […]

mom’s spaghetti

it’s a dark night, rain in puddles, lights reflecting like an awful and nearly-pointless mirror, chills run up her body and down her body and through her veins like lightning. you only get one shot, one shot isn’t enough. she wishes there were tales and retakes, that she could restage the scene and do it […]