my serendipities

"In the sunset of dissolution, everything is illuminated by the aura of nostalgia, even the..."

Mon, 09 Nov 2009 00:34:35 +0100

“In the sunset of dissolution, everything is illuminated by the aura of nostalgia, even the guillotine.”

- Milan Kundera

“109 Lighting Books” by Airan Kang

Mon, 09 Nov 2009 00:13:07 +0100

“109 Lighting Books” by Airan Kang

Every normal person, in fact, is only normal on the average. His ego approximates to that of the...

Sun, 08 Nov 2009 23:44:52 +0100

Every normal person, in fact, is only normal on the average. His ego approximates to that of the psychotic in some part or other and to a greater or lesser extent.

~ Siegmund Frued

Brooklyn Bridge, NYC 1995 (Michael Magill)

Sun, 08 Nov 2009 17:04:54 +0100

Brooklyn Bridge, NYC 1995 (Michael Magill)

“So much held in a heart in a lifetime. So much held in a heart in a day, an hour, a moment....

Sun, 08 Nov 2009 16:50:44 +0100

“So much held in a heart in a lifetime. So much held in a heart in a day, an hour, a moment. We are utterly open with no one, in the end - not mother and father, not wife or husband, not lover, not child, not friend. We open windows to each but we live alone in the house of the heart. Perhaps we must. Perhaps we could not bear to be so naked, for fear of a constantly harrowed heart. When young we think there will come one person who will savor and sustain us always; when we are older we know this is the dream of a child, that all hearts finally are bruised and scarred, scored and torn, repaired by time and will, patched by force of character, yet fragile and rickety forevermore, no matter how ferocious the defense and how many bricks you bring to the wall. You can brick up your heart as stout and tight and hard and cold and impregnable as you possibly can and down it comes in an instant, felled by a woman’s second glance, a child’s apple breath, the shatter of glass in the road, the words, a cat with a broken spine dragging itself into the forest to die, the brush of your mother’s papery ancient hand in a thicket of your hair, the memory of your father’s voice early in the morning echoing from the kitchen where he is making pancakes for his children.”

~ Brian Doyle

"We exist as long as somebody remembers us."

Sun, 08 Nov 2009 16:42:47 +0100

“We exist as long as somebody remembers us.”

- Carlos Ruiz Zafon

To be loved for what one is, is the greatest exception. The great majority love in others only what...

Sun, 08 Nov 2009 05:31:05 +0100

To be loved for what one is, is the greatest exception. The great majority love in others only what they lend him, their own selves, their version of him.

~ Johann Wolfgang von Goethe

Digestive Wellness

Sun, 08 Nov 2009 00:29:23 +0100

Digestive Wellness

"I am a weak, ephemeral creature made of mud and dream."

Sat, 07 Nov 2009 22:41:10 +0100

“I am a weak, ephemeral creature made of mud and dream.”

- Nikos Kazantzakis

"In this uncertain space between birth and death … we need hope as surely as we need food and water,..."

Sat, 07 Nov 2009 22:36:07 +0100

“In this uncertain space between birth and death … we need hope as surely as we need food and water, love and friendship. The trick, however, is to remember that hope is a perilous thing, that it’s not a steel and concrete bridge across the void between this moment and a brighter future. Hope is no stronger than tremulous beads of dew strung on a filament of spider web, and it alone can’t long support the terrible weight of an anguished mind and a tortured heart.”

- T.G.S.R.

(via jotterbook: thespianmuse: thechocolatebrigade)

Sat, 07 Nov 2009 22:22:58 +0100

(via jotterbook: thespianmuse: thechocolatebrigade)

"There is a secret bond between slowness and memory, between speed and forgetting. Consider this..."

Sat, 07 Nov 2009 18:33:25 +0100

“There is a secret bond between slowness and memory, between speed and forgetting. Consider this utterly commonplace situation: a man is walking down the street. At a certain moment, he tries to recall something, but the recollection escapes him. Automatically he slows down. Meanwhile, a person who wants to forget a disagreeable incident he has just lived through starts unconsciously to speed up his pace, as if he were trying to distance himself from a thing still too close to him in time. In existential mathematics, that experience takes the form of two basic equations: the degree of slowness is directly proportional to the intensity of memory; the degree of speed is directly proportional to the intensity of forgetting.”

- Milan Kundera, Slowness. (via mills: crashinglybeautiful)

presence in absence by Colm Keller: the project highlights the...

Sat, 07 Nov 2009 18:13:50 +0100

presence in absence by Colm Keller: the project highlights the issue of increasing long-distance relationships and the drawbacks of computer mediated communication

"Nothing's a gift"

Sat, 07 Nov 2009 17:44:24 +0100

Nothing’s a gift, it’s all on loan.
I’m drowning in debts up to my ears.
I’ll have to pay for myself
with my self,
give up my life for my life.

~ Wisława Szymborska

"You cannot run away from weakness; you must some time fight it out or perish; and if that be so, why..."

Fri, 06 Nov 2009 21:07:56 +0100

“You cannot run away from weakness; you must some time fight it out or perish; and if that be so, why not now, and where you stand?”

- Robert Louis Stevenson

Bread Shoes

Fri, 06 Nov 2009 20:52:00 +0100

Bread Shoes

"Viewed from an existential standpoint, questions of choice, freedom and responsibility cannot be..."

Fri, 06 Nov 2009 20:11:04 +0100

““Viewed from an existential standpoint, questions of choice, freedom and responsibility cannot be isolated or contained within some separate being (such as ‘self’ or ‘other’). In the inescapable interrelationship that exists between ‘a being’ and ‘the world’, each impacts upon and implicates the other, each is defined through the other and, indeed, each ‘is’ through the existence of the other. Viewed in this way, no choice can be mine or yours alone, no experienced impact of choice can be separated in terms of ‘my responsibility’ versus ‘your responsibility’, no sense of personal freedom can truly avoid its interpersonal dimensions.””

- Ernesto Spinelli, 2001, The Mirror and the Hammer: Challenges to Therapeutic Orthodoxy, p. 16 (via shynessisnice: fairphantom: cavesoflilith: sycamore: lastchatwithphontaine)

The Beauty of London in Design

Fri, 06 Nov 2009 20:06:49 +0100

The Beauty of London in Design

"In order for our lives to have meaning, we need to die."

Fri, 06 Nov 2009 01:03:45 +0100

“In order for our lives to have meaning, we need to die.”

- Todd May - Happy Ending

"You spend your whole life stuck in the labyrinth, thinking about how you’ll escape it one day, and..."

Fri, 06 Nov 2009 00:40:37 +0100

“You spend your whole life stuck in the labyrinth, thinking about how you’ll escape it one day, and how awesome it will be, and imagining that future keeps you going, but you never do it. You just use the future to escape the present.”

- John Green, “Looking For Alaska” (via serpentskirt) (via crashinglybeautiful)