Writing a book? Starting a family? Throwing a pizza party? Overthrowing a government? Building a company? Organizing a race? Playing a show? Serving tea? Designing a house?
Embarking on any endeavor with more than one moving part, one co-conspirator, one decision?
The size and shape of what you do, the number and distance of its reverberations, are as much determined by what you decide to decide, and not to decide, as what you actually decide.
Ask Obama’s pants.
"I'm from Libya," he said. I don't know what to say. It's as if he'd told me he'd just come from his father's funeral.
The first specialty coffee shop in Ikebukuro and Junkudo (bookstore) resonate.
Editing is interpreting.
The Riddle of Steel.
The man stands motionless in a crush of white-shirted salarymen, as they swarm past him, toward the single escalator.
Rêve de centre commercial-piscine
Birthday walk home