Inhale the future, exhale the past.

Hi, I'm Riley. Welcome to my blog. Depaysement: French for the feeling of being in another country. There is no English equivalent.

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[wivesofbath]

The cradle rocks above an abyss, and common sense tells us that our existence is but a brief crack of light between two eternities of darkness. Although the two are identical twins, man, as a rule, views the prenatal abyss with more calm than the one he is heading for (at some forty-five hundred heartbeats an hour). I know, however, of a young chronophobiac who experienced something like panic when looking for the first time at homemade movies that had been taken a few weeks before his birth. He saw a world that was practically unchanged-the same house, the same people- and then realized that he did not exist there at all and that nobody mourned his absence. He caught a glimpse of his mother waving from an upstairs window, and that unfamiliar gesture disturbed him, as if it were some mysterious farewell. But what particularly frightened him was the sight of a brand-new baby carriage standing there on the porch, with the smug, encroaching air of a coffin; even that was empty, as if, in the reverse course of events, his very bones had disintegrated.

“Speak, Memory” by Vladimir Nabokov (via wivesofbath)

[wivesofbath]

Shakespeare and Company, Paris, July 2016

[de-paysement-blog]

I shall write it in my diary tonight." "What?" "That a burnt child loves the fire." "I am not even singed. My wings are untouched

Oscar Wilde, The Picture of Dorian Gray

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Athens, Greece. 

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[souls-of-my-shoes]

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[urbanination]

This living wall in Copenhagen outlines a map of Europe. 

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[adambirkan]

©Adam Birkan

Updated my project, >Hanoi< check it out!

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[plantau]

A Nepalese mahout guides his elephant across the Rapati River during the Chitwan Elephant Festival on December 29, 2013

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[wnq-writers]

One day, you’re going to love- maybe for the first time, maybe after the last time you’ve swear you never would. A kind of love that’s terrible, breaking your bones, but beautiful at the same time, creeping unto your skin like wildflowers up your veins. It’s going to dismantle you, yet put you back together. And you will cling to it- like a madman who never drank water for days. You will unravel every hidden nook it keeps, explore every uncharted map etched across its body. One day, you’re going to love- never with the same passionate intensity you could ever give another human being again…and it’s going to be utterly terrifying- yet marvellous at the same time.

Rej Jaen   (via wnq-writers)