I must be whole and learn to eat days like apples only after making as sure as possible that no plague therein will give me future indigestion.
No pre-cut nonsense. #nofilternh
Contentment is a warm positive feeling, but it is most easily described as incuriosity toward the outside world and as absence of desire for a change of scene.
When I remember that dizzy summer, that dull, stupid, lovely, dire summer, it seems that in those days I ate my lunches, smelled another’s skin, noticed a shade of yellow, even simply sat, with greater lust and hopefulness — and that I lusted with greater faith, hoped with greater abandon. The people I loved were celebrities, surrounded by rumor and fanfare; the places I sat with them, movie lots and monuments. No doubt all of this is not true remembrance but the ruinous work of nostalgia, which obliterates the past, and no doubt, as usual, I have exaggerated everything.
If only my eyesight were poorer.
what to do? think & create & love people & give of self like mad. go outward in love and creation and maybe you will fall into knowing what you want simultaneously as what you want walks by your picket gate singing a never-again song with a nonchalant catch-me-quick hat aslant on his head and a book of “how life is a flea circus” under his einstein arm.
David Foster Wallace went to the Hong Kong.
why does the rochester police log sound like a hold steady song right now?
you’re so perfect and the police log is so perfect and omg
This is beautiful.