Experimental, impressionistic sub-paragraph tumblin' (think obstsalat)


ThoughtYou poor guys and gals. I’ll be offline next week and Anarchaia will continue to publish Sunday, September 8. In the meantime, enjoy tumbly fun at The Tumblelist.

This waltz, this waltz, this waltz, this waltz
With its very own breath of brandy and Death
Dragging its tail in the sea
— Leonard Cohen, Take This Waltz

Reflejo - Reflection

But I’m always alone.
And my heart is like ice.
And it’s crowded and cold
In My Secret Life.
— Leonard Cohen, In My Secret Life