Hi bb! How was your trip? I'm slightly envious of your jetsetting ways. ♥

Cyril Wong is pretty amazing. I believe I have rambled on at you about him in great length before, but quickly: this was the concluding poem of his collection Unmarked Treasure, which was all about him revisiting childhood and memory as a ghost after suicide. I just thought it was so lovely, to end the book on a note like that: in that no-time zone of a country / without a name except the ones we give it; / weeping, laughing, both at once. Yes. ♥