Saturday, August 7, 2010

That-a-Way

by Jonathan Hyde

Perception is a balance of ego.
Perspective is a balance of spirit.
Perfection is a balance of soul.
-K.C. Anton

Current Mood:

nostalgiedelaboue:  i must must must go to cinque terre.  daydreaming of visiting foreign cities. -cschool recommences in 35 days, and after being in new york for just a couple of days i realized how much i really like chicago, and how glad i am that i’ve managed to make it my own somehow. i’m dreading going back, just because there will be a new roommate and i’m terrible with change, but i feel like this picture really captures (or i can project onto it, ha) how i feel about the city. you can overlook the city and have it at your feet, but at the same time it will always overshadow you and live beyond you. i’m still reading song of the lark by willa cather and the main character is studying in chicago in the 1890s and it just very effectively impresses upon me how insignificant my life—or anyone’s life—in a big city like that really is. in a small town it’s easy to convince yourself of your own importance, but in a city you blur, and time passes and you’re gone, and the city goes on. prettypinkshoes:(via fuckyeahgreatshit)

Friday, August 6, 2010

You and Me

http://www.meisterwerke-online.de/caspar-david-friedrich/original1753/moench-am-meer.jpg

the past two days included:
cold beers, uno, stomach-aching laughter, the fort, sushi, flying circus,
conversation till sunrise, the ball pit, figurative art, thai food,
and lounging under the summer sun.

Always chasing time during these 'weekends'



Wednesday, August 4, 2010

So Starts :



My weekend!
Oh happy day.

In the Falling Shadows

nostalgists | by poveralice

'And so at last, you sleep, in the circle of my arms
that push back the shadows so that you can rest'

Tuesday, August 3, 2010

so live in your imagination

  ten thousand nights had swept over the body of my mother before i was born and slept my first night, feeling for the first time this dark and mysterious movement of sand trickling over my body. what a funny thing consciousness seems when coming from dreams. how bland it is; we either accept this bland living and attempt to redefine it as necessary, or we, and how hard this is to explain, try to turn our dreams eternal. the suicide of a dreamer is the slow death of a race, and as such the reincarnation of a dreamer into unconscious consciousness is much the same - and both are closer to death than life, regardless of heartbeat or pulsing blood.so live in your imagination

'what a funny thing consciousness seems when coming from dreams. how bland it is; we either accept this bland living and attempt to redefine it as necessary, or we, and how hard this is to explain, try to turn our dreams eternal. the suicide of a dreamer is the slow death of a race, and as such the reincarnation of a dreamer into unconscious consciousness is much the same - and both are closer to death than life, regardless of heartbeat or pulsing blood.'

Everyday

Buddy Holly | Don't Panic online Magazine

“I'm not trying to stump anybody, ... It's the beauty of the language that I'm interested in.”
-Mr. Buddy Holly