“When people ask me what Emily Dickinson poems are about, I want to run away and hide, simply because for me, some poems are not about the ‘about’. They are metaphysical spells that you hold close and don’t really want to elaborate on. They help you to go on when you have nothing else left to go on with, the kind of poems you remember even when you don’t want to remember them.”
— Ilya Kaminsky, before reading ‘hope is the thing with feathers’ (via juliens-bakery)
the scene where Carol is wandering around the factory with a flashlight in ‘Got Milk’ hit me with such a deep and all consuming nostalgia for the x-files that I had to sketch it
