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Franz Kafka, 1912

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half of her beauty is brains

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“People can’t anticipate how much they’ll miss the natural world until they are deprived of it. I have read about submarine crewmen who haunt the sonar room, listening to whale songs and colonies of snapping shrimp. Submarine captains dispense “periscope liberty” - a chance to gaze at clouds and birds and coastlines - and remind themselves that the natural world still exists. I once met a man who told me that after landing in Christchurch, New Zealand, after a winter at the South Pole research station, he and his companions spent a couple of days just wandering around staring in awe at flowers and trees. At one point, one of them spotted a woman pushing a stroller. “A baby!” he shouted, and they all rushed across the street to see. The woman turned the stroller and ran. Nothing tops space as a barren, unnatural environment. Astronauts who had no prior interest in gardening spend hours tending experimental greenhouses. “They are our love,” said cosmonaut Vladislav Volkov of the tiny flax plants - with which they shared the confines of Salyut 1, the first Soviet space station. At least in orbit, you can look out the window and see the natural world below. On a Mars mission, once astronauts lose sight of Earth, they’ll be nothing to see outside the window. “You’ll be bathed in permanent sunlight, so you won’t eve see any stars,” astronaut Andy Thomas explained to me. “All you’ll see is black.””

— Mary Roach. Packing for Mars: The Curious Science of Life in the Void. (via hummeline)

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Such a beautiful bookstore - the bookmarks match the cover interiors.

Persephone books, Bath

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“The best translations into English do not, in fact, read as if they were originally written in English. The English words are arranged in such a way that the reader sees a glimpse of another culture’s patterns of thinking, hears an echo of another language’s rhythms and cadences, and feels a tremor of another people’s gestures and movements.”

— Ken Liu, Translator’s Postscript to The Three Body Problem by Liu Cixin (via proud-member-of-hermits-united)

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Weavers of Life, me, embroidery, 2021.

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LOVE, DESIRE, HURT, KNIVES, BLOOD.

Richard Siken / 红月 Red Moon (Detail) - Huang Guangjian / x / can’t we just leave the monster alive - TXT / ’Ariel’ by Aneleh, published in the tide rises, the tide falls journal / Yves Olade, from When Rome Falls; Bloodsport, 2017 / Jane Hirshfield, Assay Only Glimpsable for an Instant

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Journaling and architecture in France☕️

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if you’re not ending your emails with “kill me! your slave and enemy,” then what are you doing with your life

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11.29.2021

i am finally done with my fall semester and back home! i am so excited to be able to read and write again with no worries of school. hope you all have been doing well and good luck with finishing the semester! 🤎