Running through dark blue
Hold my breath with a quick smile
Swimming through dark blue
Hold my breath with a quick smile
Swimming through dark blue
Sunday, June 27, 2010
The Inheritance of Loss p. 82
"She sometimes thought herself pretty, but as she began to make a proper investigation, she found it was a changeable thing, beauty. No sooner did she locate it than it slipped from her grasp; instead of disciplining it, she was unable to refrain from exploiting its flexibility. She stuck her tongue out at herself and rolled her eyes, then smiled beguilingly. She transformed her expression from demon to queen. When she brushed her teeth, she noticed her breasts jiggle like two jellies being rushed to the table. She lowered her mouth to taste the flesh and found it both firm and yielding. The plumpness jiggliness firmness softness, all coupled together in an unlikely manner, must surely have given her a certain amount of bartering power?"
-Kiran Desai
-Kiran Desai
The Stranger p.120-121
". . . I had only a little time left and I didn't want to waste it on God . . . He wasn't even sure he was alive, because he was living like a dead man. Whereas it looked as if I was the one who'd come up emptyhanded. But I was sure about me, about everything, surer than he ever could be, sure of my life and sure of the death I had waiting for me. Yes, that was all I had. But at least I had as much of a hold on it as it had on me. I had been right, I was still right, I was always right. I had lived my life one way and I could just as well have lived it another. I had done this and I hadn't done that. I hadn't done this thing but I had done another. And so? It was as if I had waited all this time for this moment and for the first light of this dawn to be vindicated. Nothing, nothing mattered, and I knew why. So did he. Throughout the whole absurd life I'd lived, a dark wind had been rising toward me from somewhere deep in my future, across years that were still to come, and as it passes, this wind leveled whatever was offered to me at the time, in years no more real than the ones I was living. What did other people's deaths or a mother's love matter to me; what did his God or lives people choose or the fate they think they elect matter to me when we're all elected by the same fate, me and billions of privileged people like him who also called themselves my brothers? Couldn't he see, couldn't he see that? Everybody was privileged. There were only privileged people. The others would all be condemned one day. And he would be condemned, too."
-Albert Camus
-Albert Camus
Wednesday, June 23, 2010
Tuesday, June 22, 2010
Philosophy #13
Time is a confounding, irreversible, frustrating, natural, unexplainable, overwhelming occurrence. Try not to fight it too hard.
Friday, June 18, 2010
Monday, June 14, 2010
Philosophy #11
Riding solely to be lost, then find your way home, on a bicycle will set your mind free.
Sunday, June 13, 2010
The Razor's Edge p. 277
"Nothing in the world is permanent, and we're foolish when we ask anything to last, but surely we're still more foolish not to take delight in it while we have it. If change is of the essence of existence one would have thought it only sensible to make it the premise of our philosophy. We can none of us step into the same river twice, but the river flows on and the other river we step into is cool and refreshing too."
-W. Somerset Maugham
-W. Somerset Maugham
Saturday, June 12, 2010
Friday, June 11, 2010
Stormy Love
Laying in bed with eyes wide shut.
Waiting for the room to be illuminated,
the ceiling to shake, and my stomach to drop.
Waiting for the room to be illuminated,
the ceiling to shake, and my stomach to drop.
Thursday, June 10, 2010
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