[makingimages]

[sacred-portal]

[kosmogrl]

let’s all quit our jobs and just go on walks

[metamorphesque]

It’s not about romanticizing the mundane but about being receptive to the beauty that’s already there. The mundane isn’t void of meaning or romanticism; it’s rich with stories waiting to be uncovered and retold, beauty waiting to be seen and acknowledged — a flicker of sunlight on a windowsill, a stranger's smile in passing, the muffled music from your neighbors through the wall, the way steam rises from a cup of tea. Yet, to see it requires more than just looking — it asks for a surrender, a willingness to let go of cynicism and to meet the world on its own terms. Perhaps this is where the art of living begins — not in searching for grand happenings but in learning to embrace the simple magic of what’s already in front of us. The extraordinary doesn’t need to be created; it has always been there, nestled within the folds of the ordinary, waiting patiently to be seen.

[sacred-portal]

[konoko]

[stahsm]

cartoon by Charles Barsotti.

[softwaring]

[razerbackbitch]

[mournfulroses]

Rainer Maria Rilke, from a letter featured in The Selected Letters of Rainer Maria Rilke (1910-1926)

[sacred-portal]

[aloneandforsakenbyfateandbyman]

Monica Bellucci in La Riffa (1991)

[lose]

[thirdity]

“There is taste in people, visual taste, taste in emotion — and there is taste in acts, taste in morality. Intelligence, as well, is really a kind of taste: taste in ideas. (One of the facts to be reckoned with is that taste tends to develop very unevenly. It’s rare that the same person has good visual taste and good taste in people and taste in ideas.) Taste has no system and no proofs. But there is something like a logic of taste: the consistent sensibility which underlies and gives rise to a certain taste. A sensibility is almost, but not quite, ineffable. Any sensibility which can be crammed into the mold of a system, or handled with the rough tools of proof, is no longer a sensibility at all. It has hardened into an idea.”

— Susan Sontag, “Notes on “Camp””

[sacred-portal]

[catasters]

[bogleech]

It says something about america that I am actually in awe of a city being collectively even this kind to random stray animals :(

[sacred-portal]