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"It was during that trip that I came to associate my passport with the sort of "identity crisis" that has afflicted so many others in the years since then - that is, the question of how much we belong to the country of our first passport and how much we belong to the "other countries" that it allows us to enter." -Orhan Pamuk.


I will be returning shortly.

If I may ask...

What defines you?

...

The day concluded much more pleasantly than it had begun.
Wearing a camisole in February (yes, February), with the lukewarm breeze sweeping my naked skin. There is no greater feeling.

There was a sea of people outside, but they were barely noticeable. The only visible sight and the only audible sound was that of the airplanes swirling through the sky.
  • Current Music
    "Sarabande"-Handel

beautiful words

"Certainly it's all in bloom, certainly we'll go. For aren't you and I gods?
I sense in my blood the rotation of unexplorable universes. . . .
Listen-I want to run all my life, screaming at the top of my lungs.
Let all of life be an unfettered howl. Like the crowd greeting the gladiator.
Don't stop to think, don't interrupt the scream, exhale, release life's rapture.
Everything is blooming. Everything is flying. Everything is screaming, choking on its screams.
Laughter. Running. Let-down hair. That is all there is to life."
- Vladimir Nabokov, Gods


"Franz said, 'Beauty in the European sense has always had a premeditated quality to it. We’ve always had an aesthetic intention and a long-range plan. That’s what enabled Western man to spend decades building a Gothic cathedral or a Renaissance piazza. The beauty of New York rests on a completely different base. It’s unintentional. It arose independent of human design, like a stalagmitic cavern. Forms which are in themselves quite ugly turn up fortuitously, without design, in such incredible surroundings that they sparkle with a sudden wondrous poetry.'"

Sabina said, 'Unintentional beauty. Yes. Another way of putting it might be 'beauty by mistake.' Before beauty disappears entirely from the earth, it will go on existing for awhile by mistake. 'Beauty by mitake'—the final phase in the history of beauty.'"
-Milan Kundera, The Unbearable Lightness of Being


Please share with me your favorite quote or two (or three, four, five...) from literature, musical lyrics, or even your own.
  • Current Music
    the hum of the heater