Confessions of a Mochaholic
Normality is a paved road: It's comfortable to walk, but no flowers grow on it.
-Vincent van Gogh


Paris goes modest

Yodelice - Maxim Nucci - Talk to Me

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I enjoy controlled loneliness. I like wandering around the city alone. I’m not afraid of coming back to an empty flat and lying down in an empty bed. I’m afraid of having no one to miss, of having no one to love.
— Kuba Wojewodzki, Polish journalist and comedian  (via lovely—delight)

(via Coffee Date Cards Set of 30 by inhauspress on Etsy)
A human being is a part of the whole called by us universe, a part limited in time and space. He experiences himself, his thoughts and feeling as something separated from the rest, a kind of optical delusion of his consciousness. This delusion is a kind of prison for us, restricting us to our personal desires and to affection for a few persons nearest to us. Our task must be to free ourselves from this prison by widening our circle of compassion to embrace all living creatures and the whole of nature in its beauty.
— Albert Einstein (via lovely—delight)

Nick Harkaway, Angelmaker
■ Paris Review - The Art of Fiction No. 198, Marilynne Robinson

ROBINSON Religion is a framing mechanism. It is a language of orientation that presents itself as a series of questions. It talks about the arc of life and the quality of experience in ways that I’ve found fruitful to think about. Religion has been profoundly effective in enlarging human imagination and expression. It’s only very recently that you couldn’t see how the high arts are intimately connected to religion.

INTERVIEWER Is this frame of religion something we’ve lost?

ROBINSON There was a time when people felt as if structure in most forms were a constraint and they attacked it, which in a culture is like an autoimmune problem: the organism is not allowing itself the conditions of its own existence. We’re cultural creatures and meaning doesn’t simply generate itself out of thin air; it’s sustained by a cultural framework. It’s like deciding how much more interesting it would be if you had no skeleton: you could just slide under the door.

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“Just as in perverse moments one’s worst nature ruins a too-perfect day with a fight, the happiness felt unsustainable … I was slightly relieved to have the beauty alleviated.”
Sadie Stein on the return of bad weather.
For her you were either one of her closest friends or you were no friend at all. She had neither time nor energy for the casual acquaintanceship. She craved the hard lock: two minds, hearts, and souls as one, nothing unsaid, nothing untold, nothing unsung. If you didn’t meet her standards she didn’t hold it against you — she just dismissed you from her mind.
— Linda Gray Sexton, from 45 Mercy Street: Anne Sexton (via violentwavesofemotion)
To crave and to have are as like as a thing and its shadow. For when does a berry break upon the tongue as sweetly as when one longs to taste it, and when is the taste refracted into so many hues and savors of ripeness and earth, and when do our senses know any thing so utterly as when we lack it? And here again is a foreshadowing — the world will be made whole. For to wish for a hand on one’s hair is all but to feel it. So whatever we may lose, very craving gives it back to us again. Though we dream and hardly know it, longing, like an angel, fosters us, smooths our hair, and brings us wild strawberries.
— Marilynne Robinson — from Housekeeping (via slothnorentropy)