“Memory is not an instrument for exploring the past but its theatre.
It is the medium of past experience, as the ground is the medium in which dead cities lie interred.”—Walter Benjamin (via actegratuit)
“The Gods envy us.
They envy us because we’re mortal, because any moment might be our last.
Everything is more beautiful because we’re doomed.
You will never be lovelier than you are now. We will never be here again.”—
“so I wait for you like a lonely house
till you will see me again and live in me.
Till then my windows ache.”—Pablo Neruda, “Evening” (Sonnet LXV from 100 Love Sonnets) Translated by Stephen Tapscott (via moonlitcorner)
Good to be seen! Got some time with the boy at the coffee shop....hopin' to have a new laptop in the next couple-few weeks! Is good for me to focus outside the glowing box of delights every now and then, good stuff coming! Miss ya, put up your icon on my phone every now and then, to remind me of the finer things as I trudge on through! C ya! And Thanks!!!
It’s wonderful that you’re spending time with your boy. :)
I miss you too and thank you for the kind words, but you could always look in the mirror. You’re a good man, Chris. :)
“I pity those who dream the probable, the reasonable and the accessible more than those who fantasize about the extraordinary and remote. Those who have grandiose dreams are either lunatics who believe in what they dream and are happy, or they’re mere daydreamers whose reveries are like the soul’s music, lulling them and meaning nothing. But those who dream the possible will, very possibly, suffer real disillusion. I can’t be too disappointed over not having become a Roman emperor, but I can sorely regret never once having spoken to the seamstress who at the street corner turns right at about nine o’clock every morning.”—Fernando Pessoa, from ‘Text 143’, The Book of Disquiet. (via wine-loving-vagabond)