A dismal omen: ...this morning a woman handed me a dollar bill that was translucent from age, as soft and warm as living tissue.

...I tried to pretend that what we were enacting was nothing more than an intricate kind of handshake." ~Malcolm

(Via Malcolm)"...For the moment, I have this incredible gift...It just happened. I bend, whisper, sing, shout—and a radiant light surrounds and then emanates from people.

I flinch at a tremor underfoot, as if the energy at the source of everything just dropped a notch.

I have not looked at Carlos since the meeting...Being around him is like walking around with the flu...The need to lie down in a darkened room and let my hatred of him run through me is almost insurmountable.