- Now I like to remember the question alone, as it reminds me that my mind is essentially a sieve, that, I am mortal. (Bluets - Maggie Nelson)
- (...) the blue of the sky depends on the darkness of the empty space behind it (...) “The colour of any planetary atmosphere viewed against the black of space and illuminated by a sunlike star will also be blue. In which case blue is something of an ecstatic accident produced by void and fire. (Joe Rudi Pielichaty, Un Sedicesimo 40: Blue Skies, Corraini Edizioni, Mantova, 2016)
- memory doesn't give everything equal value: it can stretch the warmth of a single thursday afternoon over years, coloring everything with its red, make voids of entire months. (…) for any one moment i remember, there is some other already gone. (…) i am heavy under the wight of the things i have forgotten, i am the girl who grieves for invisible things. i want someone to tell me how to just live. x
- many people seem to think it foolish, even superstitious, to believe that the world could still change for the better. and it is true that in winter it is sometimes so bitingly cold that one is tempted to say, ‘what do i care if there is a summer; its warmth is no help to me now.’ yes, evil often seems to surpass good. but then, in spite of us, and without our permission, there comes at last an end to the bitter frosts. one morning the wind turns, and there is a thaw. and so i must still have hope. (Vincent Van Gogh)
- ‘Do you fall in love often?’ Yes often. With a view, with a book, with a dog, a cat, with numbers, with friends, with complete strangers, with nothing at all. (Gut Symmetries -Jeanette Winterson)
aug 2 2020 ∞
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