To-day; it requires emphasis. It's spring and the air's rising, breathing. I'm thinking lyrically, stopping time, little bubble clusters of speech crowd my lips, things become vivid. If there was any wisdom in being jaded, I'm forgetting it. I want to do nothing but articulate myself, to pull a clean strand forward from the tangled mess of ideas ( Read more... )

Polako postajem smetlijište istrujelih jada, žaljenja, stida, mrtvih zakletvih, poniženog ponosa, i sav taj smrad nazivaću iskustvom. Već osjećam kako zaudara, još osjećam, poslije će mi bit svejedno.

Meša Selimović, Tvrđava

Envy of simplicity, empty complexities... one's universe is breaking into its base but infinitely small bits. The present is well out of hand;
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Tous nos malheurs viennent de ne pouvoir être seuls.

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Essay: Required length of 3000 words.


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Teacups rattle in their saucers as they are suspended by my wrists, the window is open, and Jean Seberg says (like the repetition of every inane American woman),


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Once you realize that the only skin you will ever touch is your own, once you do that, then it doesn't seem so bad to live inside someone else's amnesia. Even forgotten, your outermost barrier is always yourself and even the fiercest love cannot overcome it. The eclipse of two individuals can last no more than a moment. It's common sense, then, to ( Read more... )

In the spirit and remembrance of that kitchen in Ravenna; window wide open unto the courtyard, upstairs neighbour playing opera 8pm-2am, always dirty ashtrays and Tolstoy, the thousand pigeons just below, I bought an espresso press today!

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