June 2011
40 posts
“It was happy, it was sad. There were sentences and silences mixed. They called...”
– Jacques Brault (via apathie)
“Sometimes I muse about how wonderful it would be if I could string all my dreams...”
– Fernando Pessoa (The Book of disquiet)
"The New Mecca"
honeytar:
Stay open, forever, so open it hurts, and then open up some more, until the day you die, world without end, amen.
—George Saunders
Toska Russian – Vladmir Nabokov describes it best: “No single word in English renders all the shades of toska. At its deepest and most painful, it is a sensation of great spiritual anguish, often without any specific cause. At less morbid levels it is a dull ache of the soul, a longing with nothing to long for, a sick pining, a vague restlessness, mental throes, yearning. In particular cases it...
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Russian Caravan Tea
Don’t know why but I’m feeling so sad said the walkman. We had dangled its tiny earpiece over the mouth of a plastic champagne flute this was our stereo the stillness of the wooden caravan. I long to try something I’ve never had, Billie Holiday was singing and we could hear her well enough under the silent stars. * Once you had died and we had done those things - visited the...
Watchdryheave:
Martynka Wawrzyniak, Chocolate, 2010
