A SHADOW ON MY MIND

Seasick, yet still docked

[nationalmuseum-swe]

Evening by Julius Paulsen, 1887, Nationalmuseum, SWE

http://collection.nationalmuseum.se/eMuseumPlus?service=ExternalInterface&module=collection&objectId=18643

[an--existential--crisis-deactiv]

“When I look at my life and its secret colors, I feel like bursting into tears. Like that sky, It’s rain and sun both, noon and midnight. You know, I think of the lips I’ve kissed, and of the wretched child I was, and of the madness of life and the ambition that sometimes carries me away. I’m all those things at once. I’m sure there are times when you wouldn’t even recognize me. Extreme in misery, excessive in happiness — I can’t say it.”

— Albert Camus, A Happy Death (via causeries-litteraires)

[books-n-quotes]

“You get a strange feeling when you’re about to leave a place. Like you’ll not only miss the people you love but you’ll miss the person you are now at this time and this place, because you’ll never be this way ever again.”

— Azar Nafisi, Reading Lolita in Tehran

[memoryslandscape-deactivated202]

“We mourn places as well as people.”

— Edward Casey, from Getting Back into Place: Toward a Renewed Understanding of the Place-World (University of Indiana Press, 1993)

[artist-manet]

The Luncheon on the Grass, Edouard Manet

Medium: oil,canvas

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At a Roger Water’s concert somewhere in Europe, June 2018.

[fiascoentrenous]

Two birds with one stone.

[lilyadoreparis]

Rue des Martyrs, Paris 18e.   

[artist-pissarro]

Avenue de l'Opera Rain Effect, 1898, Camille Pissarro

Size: 65x83 cm Medium: oil on canvas

[fotojournalismus]

Seller of mulberries, Sant'Elia, Sicily, 1975.

Photo by Ferdinando Scianna

[lilyadoreparis]

Early morning in Paris by Mary Quincy.

[theclassicsreader]

“I never paid any attention to people who told me to go out and live. I belonged always to whatever was far from me and to whatever I could never be. Anything that was not mine, however base, always seemed to me to be full of poetry. The only thing I ever loved was pure nothingness.”

— Fernando Pessoa (via naturaekos)

[fleurdulys]

The Dead Woman - Willy Schlobach

[art-mysecondname]

Guillaume Vogels - L'aurore, Mer du Nord

[thequotejournals]

I didn’t like having to explain to them, so I just shut up, smoked a cigarette, and looked at the sea.

Albert Camus, The Stranger (via wordsnquotes)

[theclassicsreader]

I am desperately looking the other way so that love won’t see me.

Jeanette Winterson, Written on the Body (via theclassicsreader)

[wordsnquotes]

You go away for a long time and return a different person - you never come all the way back.

Paul Theroux, Dark Star Safari: Overland from Cairo to Cape Town (via wordsnquotes)