Is he from Gabon

Everything smelled of sheep.

The dandelions were suddenly more sheep than flower, each petal reflecting wool and the sound of a bell ringing off the yellow. But the thing that smelled the most like sheep, was the very sun itself. When the sun went behind a cloud, the smell of the sheep decreased like standing on some old guy's hearing aid, and when the sun came back again, the smell of the sheep was loud, like a clap of thunder inside a cup of coffee.
—- Trout Fishing in America

hora del lobo

Have you ever heard of the hour of the wolf? ...
It's the time between 3:00 and 4:00 in the morning. You can't sleep, and all you can see is the troubles and the problems and the ways that your life should've gone but didn't.
All you can hear is the sound of your own heart.

belle de jour



i had to





She burnt me with her cigarette!


the burning

Elaine: Here’s one. I borrowed Puddy’s car and all the presets on his radio were Christian Rock stations.
George: I like Christian Rock. It’s very positive. It’s not like those real musicians who think they’re so cool and hip.
Elaine: So, you think that Puddy actually believes in something?
Jerry: I mean, it’s a used car. He probably never changed the presets.
Elaine: Yes! He is lazy.
Jerry: Plus, he probably doesn’t even know how to program the buttons.
Elaine: Yes! He is dumb.
Jerry: So you prefer dumb and lazy to religious?
Elaine: Dumb and lazy I understand.