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When someone tried the Ourangutan on me.

"Every day we encounter death in the street, we greet it. We wish not to upset it. We can see how its crooked hands bleed, how it struggles to cup them around its scorched nose, how its clothes and gray hair are covered with black dust from the rubble of our houses. But we wish not to look amiable to it, for we fear it may fall in love with us, take us somewhere very far from our bodies." --@MosabAbuToha

"It somehow felt too guilty a pleasure to write fiction in a time of war. It felt like something sinful." (via @BorisDralyuk)

"Where, indeed,
On this night lodging
Might I find; my hunting robes
Sash tightening; with the evening sun
Storm winds come from the peak."

--Fujiwara no Teika via

Mule Heart.