What was it about a season's first snowfall, Mariam wondered, that was so entrancing? Was it the chance to see something as yet unsoiled, untrodden? To catch the fleeting grace of a new season, a lovely beginning, before it was trampled and corrupted?

A thing is not high if one can reach it; it is not great if one can reason it; it is not deep if one can see its bottom.

To a hikikomori, winter is painful because everything feels cold, frozen over, and lonely. To a hikikomori, spring is also painful because everyone is in a good mood and therefore enviable. Summer, of course, is especially painful...

I see the new Latin artist as a pioneer, opening up doors for others to follow. And when they don&#39;t open, we crowbar our way in.

John Leguizamo

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